Luyện nghe bài hát S.o.d.

(Spirits Of The Dead)

Thy shall find itself crying alone

Mid dark of gray tomb-stone
Not one, of all the
Into the of horror be silent in that
Solitude is not loneliness
For of the dead

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

The thought clear shall frown
like wounded devil
look right down 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 vision
From thy spirits they will pass no more
dew from the grass the breethe the breath
Of God is still mist upon the

Look how it
the trees
mistries.