🎵 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 fir-trees whisper of  been, those gone
 Where the sacred earth  hides all those we once loved
 
 “O father, hear these words, your son  not made for this world
 Faint-hearted and careworn,  this vile life I was hurled
 In  woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
 On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the 
 
 Ill-assorted with this  these cares
 Each moment I am waiting  the worst to come my way
 Dark berry from my mother’s womb; a frail 
 I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from the 
 
 Better  would be to stay in the shades
 In the thicket of the dead, in the  of death
  I would lie to the end of the days
 
 “Hear  now, my hapless son
 Warn away all yours 
 Make good use  your brief days
  may be grim but death is more austere
 By yourself  sit and wait
 By yourself you will have time to 
 
 “In these  halls
 No  will beam, no sun will shine
 In these narrow 
 No tears are seen, no laughter 
 
 At the  of a quiet day
 I strolled  the woods, returned to the hearth
  with a restful mind I roamed
 The dreary shores, the darkling 
 Greeting all the days  befall
 Taking life  it comes