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

 In the evening of a grey day, a bleak 
 I strayed  the dim silence of the hallowed trees
 Where the fir-trees whisper of those  those gone
 Where the  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  I was hurled
 In the  the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
  the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted with  life, these cares
 Each moment I  waiting for the worst to come my way
 Dark berry from my mother’s womb; a  one
 I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from  start
 
 Better  would be to stay in the shades
 In the thicket of the dead,  the groves of death
 Here I would lie to the end  the days
 
 “Hear me  my hapless son
  away all yours fears
 Make good use  your brief days
 Life may  grim but death is more austere
 By  you sit and wait
 By yourself you will  time to repent”
 
 “In  lowly halls
  moon will beam, no sun will shine
  these narrow rooms
 No tears are seen, no laughter 
 
  the dawn of a quiet day
 I strolled from the woods, returned  the hearth
 And with a restful mind  roamed
 The  shores, the darkling wilds
  all the days that befall
  life as it comes