Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

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

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

A into the abyss
Deep into agony and
Spiral down to the
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?

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

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

Come, blood, rust and terror
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 take you

Leave all the trails of winter
The time has for me to go
The has gone, the storm is over
And someone at your door
Hold your ground and watch back
the aim of remaining the last
I this night for a oiece of advice
This time the scythe fall, keep still!