[02:35.22]Where forest stream went through the wood
[02:45.33]And silent all the stens there stood Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
[03:05.09]With stens shadows on their bark
[03:52.84]No moon is there, no voice, no sound Of beating heart;
[04:07.02]a sigh profound
[04:11.08]Once in each age as each age dies
[04:20.29]Alone is heard. Far, far it lies
[05:07.96]Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
[05:16.87]Shadows at the end of night and mirrored in the sky
[05:26.15]Far far away beyond might of day
[05:35.60]And there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay
[05:45.98]Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
[05:55.08]Shadows at the end of night and mirrored in the sky
[06:04.68]Far far away beyond might of day
[06:15.29]And there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay
[06:26.27]As faint as deepest sleeper's breath
[06:35.69]An echo came as cold as death
[06:45.25]Long are the paths, of shadow made
[06:53.98]Where no foot's print is ever laid
[07:13.93]No moon is there, no voice, no sound Of beating heart;
[07:28.64]a sigh profound
[07:32.06]Once in each age as each age dies
[07:42.07]Alone is heard. Far, far it lies
[08:10.36]Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
[08:19.39]Shadows at the end of night and mirrored in the sky
[08:29.05]Far far away beyond might of day
[08:37.95]And there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay

Where forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the stens there stood Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
With stens 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
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
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
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 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