Land Of The Dead

Where forest stream went through, went through the wood
And silent all the stens, 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 is 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 is each age (as each age dies), as each age dies
Alone is heard, far, far it lies (as each age 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 is 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 is each age (as each age dies), as each age dies
Alone is heard, far, far it lies (as each age 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

No Moon is there, no voice, no sound
Of beating heart, a sigh profound
Once is 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 is each age (as each age dies), as each age dies
Alone is heard, far, far it lies (as each age 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 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