Luyện nghe bài hát S.o.d.

(Spirits Of The Dead)

Thy soul shall find crying alone

Mid dark thoughts of gray
Not one, of all the
Into the hour of horror be in that
which is not loneliness
For of the dead

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

The night clear shall frown
like wounded devil
shall right down at the graves
From their thrones replaced in the heaven
With light like hope to mortals

As burning
Which would
To you

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

how it moves
Between the
mistries.