🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Our Wings Are Burning - Virgin Black

  fell in love, with dust in our lids
 And the pain of a  soul
 
  lowered our heads and lifted our face
 Placed our bodies in 
 Poured  Ointment Of Grief
 On the  of a mutilated man
 I carry  bones of a deformed child
 
 And  own polluted breath
  speak the old man's words
  a persuasive eloquence
 Bless  dust that hides
  unlamented head
 
  the crest of fire, our wings are burning
 How glorious  pain
 And the ways of  shriek out of tune
 All is  but hope
 
  the crest of fire
 Our wings  burning
 To the wind's 
 All is lost but