Luyện nghe bài hát Spirits Of The Dead

Among the crypts and tombstones
The Spirits did
Where escaped but not the souls
bound in fear

Their is like a whisper
brief and fey
Visions of holy
Not seen by of day
Of The Dead

Holy
Burning the
Crossed desire

They before, here
Now to rest
Trapped by own fear
To The Quest

Spectres climbing through the
Where the tread
Apparitions from the
Eyes now of red
Spirits Of The Dead

Born of The
I come
The Fire
I return
Know well thy soul's
Don't bar way
has the last laugh
For those who