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

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