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

 In the  of a grey day, a bleak day
 I strayed into the dim silence of the hallowed 
 Where the fir-trees whisper of those  those gone
 Where the sacred  still hides all those we once loved
 
 “O father, hear these words, your son is not made for  world
  and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
 In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the  neigh
 On the seashore I espy the dreadful void  the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted with  life, these cares
 Each moment I am waiting for  worst to come my way
 Dark berry from my  womb; a frail one
 I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from  start
 
 Better it would be to stay in the 
 In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of 
 Here  would lie to the end of the days
 
 “Hear  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 yourself you will have time  repent”
 
 “In these  halls
 No moon  beam, no sun will shine
 In these narrow 
 No  are seen, no laughter heard”
 
 At the dawn  a quiet day
 I strolled from the woods, returned  the hearth
 And with a  mind I roamed
 The dreary shores, the  wilds
 Greeting all  days that befall
 Taking life  it comes