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

 As I  up my breath
 And silver fills my 
 I kiss her 
 For she will never 
 
 On  weak body
 Lays her  hand
  those meadows of Heaven
 Where  ran
 
 Like  thief in the night
 The  blows so light
 It wars with my 
 That won't dry for  years
 
 Loves  arrow
 At her should have 
 And not  ebon dart
 To  her dead