Luyện nghe bài hát Spirits Of The Dead

Among the and grey tombstones
The Spirits did
Where escaped but not the souls
Mortally bound in

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

Holy
the brain
Crossed with

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

Spectres through the mist
Where the mourners
from the past
Eyes now of red
They're Spirits Of The

of The Fire
I have
Unto The
I shall
well thy soul's path
Don't bar way
has the last laugh
For those who