Luyện nghe bài hát S.o.d.

(Spirits Of The Dead)

Thy soul find itself crying alone

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

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

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

As fever
Which adhere
To you

Every thought will banish now vision vanish
From thy shall they will pass no more
Like dew from the grass the the breath
Of God is still upon the hill

how it moves
Between the
mistries.