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

 In  evening of a grey day, a bleak day
 I strayed into the dim silence  the hallowed trees
 Where the fir-trees whisper of those been,  gone
 Where the  earth 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 vile life I was 
 In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the  neigh
 On the  I espy the dreadful void under the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted with this life,  cares
 Each moment I am waiting for  worst to come my way
 Dark berry from  mother’s womb; a frail one
 I was affrighted at  birth, bewildered from the start
 
 Better it  be to stay in the shades
 In the thicket of the dead, in  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 your brief 
 Life may be  but death is more austere
  yourself you sit and wait
 By yourself you will have time  repent”
 
 “In  lowly halls
 No moon will beam, no sun will 
  these narrow rooms
  tears are seen, no laughter heard”
 
 At the  of a quiet day
 I  from the woods, returned to the hearth
 And with a restful mind I 
 The  shores, the darkling wilds
 Greeting  the days that befall
 Taking  as it comes