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

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