Luyện nghe bài hát Spirits Of The Dead

Among the and grey tombstones
The Spirits did
life escaped but not the souls
Mortally in fear

Their voice is like a
brief and fey
Visions of sinners
Not seen by of day
Spirits Of The

Fire
Burning the
Crossed desire

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

Spectres climbing through the
the mourners tread
Apparitions from the
now orbs of red
They're Spirits Of The

of The Fire
I have
The Fire
I return
well thy soul's path
Don't bar way
Hell has the last
For who stay