Land of the Dead
SummoningSummoning - Land of the Dead (Oath Bound, 2006)
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 lieschoir:
Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
Shadows at the 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
