在手机上保存，获得更好体验
Home of the Dead - Dwarrowdelf
Where the forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the stems there stood
There stood
Of tall trees moveless hanging dark
With mottled shadows 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
Upon the plain there rushed forth and high
Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay
Upon the plain there rushed forth and high
Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay
As faint as a deep sleeper's breath
An echo came cold as cold as death
Long are the paths of shadow made
Where no foot's print
Dream to the suffer
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
Upon the plain there rushed forth and high
Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay
