Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

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

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

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

Welcome, please join the of failures
into the hall of pleasures
Righteous the act to
Wasn't it one of wills?

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

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

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

of desperation
Death of and rain
and tears are all in vain
Clad in a cloak of
take you away

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