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

 As I draw up my 
 And silver fills  eyes
  kiss her still
 For she will  rise
 
  my weak body
 Lays her  hand
 Through  meadows of Heaven
 Where  ran
 
  a thief in the night
 The wind blows so 
 It  with my tears
 That won't dry  many years
 
 Loves golden 
 At  should have fled
  not Deaths ebon dart
 To strike her