Land of the Dead - Summoning
Where forest stream went through
Went through the wood
And silent all the stens
And silent all the stens there stood
Of tall trees moveless hanging
Trees hanging dark
With mottled shadows on
With mottled shadows on their bark
No moon is there no voice no sound
Of beating heart a sigh profound
Once in each age as each age dies
As each age dies
Alone is heard far far it lies
As each age dies
No moon is there no voice no sound
Of beating heart a sigh profound
Once in each age as each age dies
As each age dies
Alone is heard far far it lies
As each age dies dies dies dies dies
As faint as deepest sleeper's
Deepest sleeper's breath
An echo came as cold
An echo came as coldas death
Long are the paths of shadow
Of shadow made
Where no foot's print is ever
Where no foot's print is ever laid
No moon is there no voice no sound
Of beating heart a sigh profound
Once in each age as each age dies
As each age dies
Alone is heard far far it lies
As each age dies
No moon is there no voice no sound
Of beating heart a sigh profound
Once in each age as each age dies
As each age dies
Alone is heard far far it lies
The land of waiting where the dead sit
Shadows at dead end of night
And mirrored in the sky
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the dead
Of mortal cold decay
The land of waiting where the dead sit
Shadows at dead end of night
And mirrored in the sky
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the
Dead of mortal cold decay
No moon is there no voice no sound
Of beating heart a sigh profound
Once in each age as each age dies
As each age dies
Alone is heard far far it lies
As each age dies
No moon is there no voice no sound
Of beating heart a sigh profound
Once in each age as each age dies
As each age dies
Alone is heard far far it lies
As each age dies dies dies dies dies dies
The land of waiting where the dead sit
Shadows at dead end of night
And mirrored in the sky
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the
Dead of mortal cold decay
The land of waiting where the dead sit
Shadows at dead end of night
And mirrored in the sky
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the
Dead of mortal cold decay
Dies dies dies dies dies dies dies dies
The land of waiting where the dead sit
Shadows at dead end of night
And mirrored in the sky
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the
Dead of mortal cold decay
The land of waiting where the dead sit
Shadows at dead end of night
And mirrored in the sky
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the
Dead of mortal cold decay
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the
Dead of mortal cold decay
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the
Dead of mortal cold decay
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the
Dead of mortal cold decay
