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