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

 As I draw up  breath
 And silver  my eyes
 I kiss her 
  she will never rise
 
 On  weak body
 Lays her  hand
 Through  meadows of Heaven
  we ran
 
 Like a thief in  night
 The wind blows so 
 It wars with  tears
 That won't dry for  years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her should  fled
 And not Deaths  dart
  strike her dead