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

 As I draw  my breath
 And silver fills  eyes
 I kiss  still
 For she will never 
 
 On my weak 
 Lays her dying 
 Through those  of Heaven
 Where  ran
 
 Like a thief in  night
  wind blows so light
 It wars with  tears
 That  dry for many years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her should  fled
 And not Deaths  dart
 To strike  dead