🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Land Of The Dead - Summoning

 Where forest stream went  the wood
 and silent all the stens  stood
 of tall trees,  hanging dark
 with mottled  on their bark
 
 as  as deepest sleeper's breath
 an echo came as cold  death
 Long are  paths, of shadow made
 where no foot's print is  laid
 
 No moon is  no voice, no sound
 of beating  a sigh profound
 
 once in  age as each age dies
 alone is  Far, far it lies
 the Land of Waiting  the Dead sit,
 in  thought's shadow, by no moon lit.
 
 Upon the  there rushed forth and high
  at the dead of night and mirrored in the skies
 
 Far  away beyond might of day
 And  lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay