Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

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

(The starts)
A sparkling golden
down souls whistling in the air
Reddens little by
The seas of and mankinds lairs

A into the abyss
Deep into and pain
Spiral to the anguish
It has all in vain

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

Leave behind all the of winter
The time has for me to go
The fear has gone, the is over
And there's at your door

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

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

of desperation
Death of thunder and
and tears are all in vain
Clad in a of despair
Shell you away

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