Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

(talking)
On this of nights, she's coming my way
Under this rain, dirty with and pain
Mistress of doom, winner of all
My glance is reflected in the of the scythe

(The starts)
A sparkling golden
Mows down whistling in the air
Reddens by little
The seas of life and mankinds

A fall into the
Deep agony and pain
Spiral to the anguish
It has all in vain

Welcome, please join the of failures
Enter the hall of pleasures
Righteous the act to
it one of Gods wills?

Leave all the trails of winter
The has come for me to go
The has gone, the storm is over
And someone at your door

Another to be carved
For every of my blade
Until the day you
The one is your face

Come, taste blood, and terror
to the show with no restraint
"It's time!"

Mother of
Death of thunder and
and tears are all in vain
Clad in a cloak of
Shell you away

behind all the trails of winter
The has come for me to go
The fear has gone, the is over
And someone at your door
Hold ground and watch your back
With the aim of the last
I asked this for a oiece of advice
This time the won't fall, keep still!