Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

(talking)
On this night of nights, coming my way
Under this rain, dirty agony and pain
Mistress of doom, winner of all
My glance is reflected in the blade of the

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

A fall into the
Deep agony and pain
down to the anguish
It has been all in

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

Leave behind all the of winter
The time has for me to go
The fear has gone, the storm is
And someone at your door

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

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

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

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