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

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