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

 As I  up my breath
 And silver fills my 
 I  her still
 For  will never rise
 
 On  weak body
 Lays her  hand
 Through those meadows  Heaven
 Where  ran
 
 Like a thief in  night
 The wind blows so 
 It wars with my 
  won't dry for many years
 
  golden arrow
 At her should  fled
 And not Deaths ebon 
 To strike  dead