Letra de Land of the Dead
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 barkAs 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 laidRefrain: No moon is there, no voice, no sound Of beating heart; a sigh profoundOnce in each age as each age dies Alone is heard. Far, far it liesThe Land of Waiting where the Dead sit, In their thought's shadow, by no moon litChoir: Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the skyFar far away beyond might of day And there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay