🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: For My Fallen Angel - My Dying Bride

 As I draw up  breath
 And silver  my eyes
 I kiss  still
 For  will never rise
 
 On my weak 
 Lays her  hand
 Through  meadows of Heaven
 Where we 
 
  a thief in the night
 The  blows so light
 It  with my tears
 That won't dry for  years
 
 Loves golden 
  her should have fled
 And not Deaths ebon 
 To strike her