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

 In  evening of a grey day, a bleak day
 I strayed into  dim silence of the hallowed trees
 Where the  whisper of those been, those gone
 Where the sacred earth still hides  those we once loved
 
 “O father, hear these words, your son is not  for this world
  and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
 In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard  demons neigh
 On the seashore I espy the dreadful  under the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted with this life, these 
 Each  I am waiting for the worst to come my way
 Dark berry  my mother’s womb; 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 end of the 
 
 “Hear  now, my hapless son
  away all yours fears
  good use of your brief days
 Life may be  but death is more austere
 By yourself you  and wait
 By yourself  will have time to repent”
 
 “In  lowly halls
 No moon will beam, no  will shine
 In these narrow 
  tears are seen, no laughter heard”
 
 At the dawn of  quiet day
 I strolled from the  returned to the hearth
 And with  restful mind I roamed
 The dreary shores, the darkling 
  all the days that befall
  life as it comes