Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother of
of thunder and rain
Sighs and are all in vain
in a cloak of despair
Shell you away

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