Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

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

(The starts)
A sparkling sickle
Mows souls whistling in the air
little by little
The of life and mankinds lairs

A into the abyss
into agony and pain
Spiral down to the
It has all in vain

Welcome, please the fair of failures
Enter the hall of pleasures
Righteous the act to
Wasn't it one of wills?

behind all the trails of winter
The has come for me to go
The fear has gone, the storm is
And there's someone at your

Another to be carved
For slash of my blade
the day you find
The one reflected is face

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

Mother of
of thunder and rain
Sighs and tears are all in
in a cloak of despair
Shell you away

Leave behind all the trails of
The time has for me to go
The has gone, the storm is over
And there's someone at door
Hold your ground and your back
With the aim of the last
I asked night for a oiece of advice
This time the scythe won't fall, still!