Luyện nghe bài hát S.o.d.

(Spirits Of The Dead)

Thy soul shall find itself alone

Mid thoughts of gray tomb-stone
Not one, of all the
the hour of horror be silent in that
Solitude which is not
For spirits of the

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

The night thought shall frown
like wounded stars
shall look right down at the
their high thrones replaced in the heaven
With like hope to mortals given

As fever
Which would
To you

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

Look how it
the trees
mistries.