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

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