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

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