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 back
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...
as faint as deepest sleeper's, deepest sleeper's breath
an echo came as cold, an echo came as cold as 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
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
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
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...
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
dies, dies, dies, dies...
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
dies, dies, dies, dies...
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
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
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...
Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high...
Shadows at the dead of night and mirrored in the skies...
Far far away beyond might...
Land of the dead, by Summoning
Nemesis Kisinloob Community Member 
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