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, winner of all
My glance is 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 lairs

A into the abyss
Deep into and pain
Spiral down to the
It has been all in

Welcome, please join the of failures
into 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 there's at your door

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

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

of desperation
Death of thunder and
Sighs and tears are all in
in a cloak of despair
Shell take you

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