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

 As  draw up my breath
 And silver fills my 
 I kiss her 
 For she will never 
 
 On my weak 
 Lays her  hand
 Through those  of Heaven
  we ran
 
 Like a thief in the 
 The wind blows so 
 It wars  my tears
 That won't dry  many years
 
  golden arrow
 At her  have fled
 And not  ebon dart
  strike her dead