Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

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

(The starts)
A golden sickle
Mows down souls in the air
Reddens by little
The seas of and mankinds lairs

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

Welcome, please join the fair of
Enter into the of pleasures
the act to kill
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 someone at your door

name to be carved
For every of my blade
the day you find
The one reflected is your

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

Mother of
of thunder and rain
Sighs and are all in vain
Clad in a of despair
Shell take you

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