🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Unmourned - Insomnium

  the days get shorter
 And winter draws 
 All that once  fair
 Withers  dies
 Thoughts of 
 Breeding in 
 Growing  desolation
 Decaying  sanity
 
 If I would  away, drown in misery
 Choke on these tears, who would  me
 No one to light the  or weep on the grave
 If I'd be gone forever, die  this grief
 
 ...Forever gone...
 
 Would  kiss me goodbye
 And hold me in  arms
 If you were here with 
 Heading towards  dark
 
 The river  black
 Through these  woods
 I kneel down by the 
 Wash my  face
 I let the stream take 
 Carry away  here
 To where I feel 
  no pain can reach me