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

 As  draw up my breath
 And silver  my eyes
 I  her still
  she will never rise
 
  my weak body
 Lays  dying hand
 Through those  of Heaven
  we ran
 
 Like  thief in the night
  wind blows so light
 It wars with  tears
 That  dry for many years
 
 Loves  arrow
 At her  have fled
  not Deaths ebon dart
 To strike her