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

 As I draw up my 
  silver fills my eyes
  kiss her still
 For she will  rise
 
  my weak body
  her dying hand
 Through  meadows of Heaven
 Where we 
 
 Like a  in the night
 The  blows so light
 It wars with  tears
 That won't dry  many years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her  have fled
 And not Deaths  dart
 To strike  dead