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

 In the evening of a grey  a bleak day
 I strayed into the dim  of the hallowed trees
 Where the  whisper of those been, those gone
 Where the sacred  still hides all those we once loved
 
 “O father, hear these words, your son is not made for  world
 Faint-hearted and careworn, into this  life I was hurled
  the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
 On the seashore I espy the dreadful void  the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted with  life, these cares
 Each  I am waiting for the worst to come my way
 Dark berry from my mother’s  a frail one
 I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from  start
 
 Better it would be to  in the 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
  away all yours fears
 Make good use of your  days
  may be grim but death is more austere
 By yourself  sit and wait
 By yourself you will have  to repent”
 
 “In these lowly 
 No moon will  no sun will shine
 In  narrow rooms
 No tears are  no laughter heard”
 
 At the dawn of a quiet 
 I strolled from the  returned to the hearth
 And with a restful  I roamed
 The dreary shores, the  wilds
 Greeting all the days that 
  life as it comes