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

 As I draw up  breath
 And  fills my eyes
 I  her still
 For she will  rise
 
 On my weak 
 Lays  dying hand
 Through those  of Heaven
 Where we 
 
 Like  thief in the night
 The wind blows  light
  wars with my tears
  won't dry for many years
 
 Loves  arrow
 At  should have fled
 And not  ebon dart
  strike her dead