Luyện nghe bài hát S.o.d.

(Spirits Of The Dead)

Thy soul find itself crying alone

Mid thoughts of gray tomb-stone
Not one, of all the
Into the hour of be silent in that
which is not loneliness
For of the dead

Spirits stood in life you are
In the death around you - their
their is overshadowing you
Therefore you must be still

The thought clear shall frown
wounded devil stars
shall look right at the graves
From their high replaced in the heaven
With light like hope to given

As fever
Which adhere
To you

Every thought will never banish now vanish
From thy spirits shall they pass no more
Like dew the grass the breethe the breath
Of God is still mist upon the

Look how it
Between the
mistries.