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

  I draw up my breath
 And silver fills  eyes
 I kiss her 
 For  will never rise
 
 On my weak 
 Lays her dying 
 Through those  of Heaven
 Where we 
 
  a thief in the night
  wind blows so light
 It wars  my tears
 That won't dry for many 
 
 Loves  arrow
 At  should have fled
 And not Deaths  dart
 To  her dead