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

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