Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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