Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother of
Death of thunder and
and tears are all in vain
Clad in a cloak of
take you away

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
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!