Summoning - Land of the Dead текст песни

Where forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the stens there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
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
Alone is heard far far it lies.

As faint as deepest sleeper's breath
An echo came as cold as death
Long are the paths, of shadow made
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
Alone is heard far far it lies.

Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
Shadows at the dead of night and mirrored in the skies
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,
In their thought's shadow, by no moon lit.
Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
Shadows at the dead of night and mirrored in the skies
Far far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay.