Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

Where stream went through the wood
And silent all the stens there
Of tall trees, moveless, dark
With mottled shadows on their

As faint as deepest breath
An echo came as as death
Long are the paths, of shadow
Where no foot's print is laid

No is there, no voice, no sound
Of beating a sigh profound

Once in each age as age dies
is heard. Far, far it lies

The Land of where the Dead sit,
In thought's shadow, by no moon lit

Upon the plain, rushed forth and high
at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky

Far far away beyond of day
And there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold