🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: In The Groves Of Death - Insomnium

 In the evening of a  day, a bleak day
  strayed into the dim silence of the hallowed trees
 Where  fir-trees whisper of those been, those gone
  the sacred earth still hides all those we once loved
 
 “O father, hear these words, your son is not made  this world
  and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
 In the woods the  sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
 On the seashore I espy the dreadful  under the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted  this life, these cares
 Each moment I am waiting for the  to come my way
 Dark berry from my mother’s  a frail one
 I was affrighted  my birth, bewildered from the start
 
 Better it would be  stay in the shades
 In the thicket  the dead, in the groves of death
  I would lie to the end of the days
 
 “Hear me now, my  son
 Warn  all yours fears
 Make good  of your brief days
 Life may be grim but death is  austere
 By yourself you sit  wait
 By yourself you will have time  repent”
 
 “In these lowly 
 No moon will beam, no sun  shine
  these narrow rooms
 No tears are  no laughter heard”
 
 At the dawn of a quiet 
 I strolled from  woods, returned to the hearth
 And with a restful  I roamed
 The dreary shores, the darkling 
 Greeting all the days that 
 Taking life as  comes