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

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