1. LAND OF THE DEAD (SUMMONING COVER)

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.