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

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