Summoning - Land Of The Dead (Lyrics Video)

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 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 in their thought’s shadow, by no moon lit.