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

 In the evening  a grey day, a bleak day
 I strayed into  dim silence of the hallowed trees
 Where  fir-trees whisper of those been, those gone
 Where the sacred earth still hides all those we once 
 
 “O father, hear these words, your son is not  for this world
 Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I  hurled
 In the woods the fiends sigh,  swear I heard the demons neigh
 On the seashore I espy the dreadful  under the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted  this 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 stay  the shades
 In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of 
  I would lie to the end of the days
 
 “Hear me now, my  son
  away all yours fears
 Make good use of your  days
 Life may  grim but death is more austere
 By  you sit and wait
  yourself you will have time to repent”
 
 “In these lowly 
  moon will beam, no sun will shine
 In these  rooms
 No tears are seen,  laughter heard”
 
 At  dawn of a quiet day
 I strolled from the  returned to the hearth
 And with a  mind I roamed
 The dreary shores,  darkling wilds
 Greeting all the  that befall
 Taking life as  comes