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

 As I  up my breath
 And silver  my eyes
 I kiss her 
 For she will  rise
 
 On  weak body
 Lays  dying hand
  those meadows of Heaven
 Where we 
 
 Like  thief in the night
 The wind blows  light
 It wars  my tears
 That  dry for many years
 
  golden arrow
 At her  have fled
  not Deaths ebon dart
 To strike  dead