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

 As I draw up my 
 And silver fills my 
 I kiss her 
 For  will never rise
 
 On my  body
 Lays her dying 
  those meadows of Heaven
  we ran
 
 Like a thief in the 
 The wind blows  light
 It  with my tears
 That  dry for many years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her  have fled
 And not  ebon dart
 To strike  dead