Luyện nghe bài hát Spirits Of The Dead

Among the crypts and grey
The did appear
Where life escaped but not the
Mortally in fear

voice is like a whisper
Appearance and fey
Visions of holy
Not by light of day
Spirits Of The

Holy
the brain
Crossed with

They stood before,
Now laid to
by their own fear
To The Quest

Spectres climbing through the
Where the tread
from the past
Eyes now of red
They're Of The Dead

Born of The
I have
Unto The
I return
Know well thy path
bar it's way
Hell has the laugh
For who stay