Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Summoning
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Gregor
Composer
Richard Lederer
Composer
Lyrics
Where forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the stems there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled shadows on their bark
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 ...
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
The Land of Waiting where the Dead sit
In their thought's shadow, by no moon lit
Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
Shadows at 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 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
Alone is heard; far, far it lies
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 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 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
Dead ...
Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
Shadows at 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
Written by: Michael Gregor, Richard Lederer
