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

 As I  up my breath
  silver fills my eyes
  kiss her still
 For  will never rise
 
  my weak body
  her dying hand
 Through those meadows  Heaven
  we ran
 
 Like a thief in  night
 The wind  so light
 It wars with my 
 That won't dry  many years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her should have 
 And  Deaths ebon dart
  strike her dead