Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

(talking)
On night of nights, she's coming my way
Under this rain, with agony and pain
of doom, winner of all fights
My is reflected 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 mankinds

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

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

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

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

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

of desperation
Death of thunder and
Sighs and are all in vain
Clad in a cloak of
take you away

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