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

  the 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,  gone
 Where the sacred earth  hides all those we once loved
 
 “O father, hear these  your son is not made for this world
  and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
  the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
 On the seashore I  the dreadful void under the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted with  life, these cares
 Each moment I am waiting for the worst  come my way
 Dark  from my mother’s womb; a frail one
  was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from the start
 
 Better it  be to stay in the shades
 In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of 
 Here I would lie to the end  the days
 
  me now, my hapless son
 Warn  all yours fears
 Make good  of your brief days
  may be grim but death is more austere
 By yourself  sit and wait
 By yourself you will  time to repent”
 
 “In these lowly 
 No moon will beam,  sun will shine
  these narrow rooms
 No tears are seen, no laughter 
 
 At the dawn of  quiet day
 I strolled from the woods, returned to  hearth
 And with a restful mind I 
  dreary shores, the darkling wilds
  all the days that befall
 Taking life as  comes