Luyện nghe bài hát S.o.d.

(Spirits Of The Dead)

Thy soul shall itself crying alone

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

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

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

As burning
Which adhere
To you

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

Look how it
Between the
mistries.