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

 In the evening of  grey day, a bleak day
 I strayed into the  silence of the hallowed trees
 Where the fir-trees whisper of those been, those 
 Where the sacred earth still hides all  we once loved
 
 “O father, hear these words, your son is  made for this world
 Faint-hearted and  into this vile life I was hurled
 In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I  the demons neigh
 On  seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted with  life, these cares
 Each moment I am waiting for the worst to  my way
 Dark  from my mother’s womb; a frail one
 I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from the 
 
 Better it would be to stay in  shades
 In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of 
 Here I would lie to the  of the days
 
 “Hear me now, my  son
 Warn away all yours 
 Make good  of your brief days
 Life may be grim but death  more austere
 By yourself  sit and wait
  yourself you will have time to repent”
 
 “In these lowly 
 No moon will beam, no sun  shine
  these narrow rooms
 No tears are seen, no laughter 
 
 At the dawn of a quiet 
 I strolled  the woods, returned to the hearth
 And with a restful mind  roamed
 The dreary shores,  darkling wilds
 Greeting all the days  befall
  life as it comes