Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral March

Cry above a grave
But all that's is motionless
sob with vermin's fangs
A funeral dirge drifts by

Puppets they who and go
And laugh but no more
Evil in robes of sorrow
They are neither man nor

the menace of their tones
In the watch of the night
Evil things in of sorrow
are neither man nor woman

Cry above a grave
But all there is motionless
sob with vermin's fangs
A funeral dirge drifts by