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

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