Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

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

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

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

Welcome, join the fair of failures
Enter into the of pleasures
the act to kill
Wasn't it one of Gods

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

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

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

of desperation
Death of and rain
Sighs and are all in vain
Clad in a of despair
Shell you away

Leave all the trails of winter
The has come 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 remaining the
I asked night for a oiece of advice
time the scythe won't fall, keep still!