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

 As  draw up my breath
 And silver fills my 
 I kiss  still
  she will never rise
 
 On my weak 
 Lays  dying hand
 Through those meadows  Heaven
  we ran
 
 Like a  in the night
 The wind  so light
 It wars  my tears
 That won't dry for  years
 
  golden arrow
 At her should  fled
 And  Deaths ebon dart
 To strike her