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

 As I draw up  breath
 And silver  my eyes
 I  her still
 For  will never rise
 
 On my weak 
 Lays her  hand
 Through those meadows of 
  we ran
 
 Like a thief in  night
 The wind blows so 
  wars with my tears
  won't dry for many years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her  have fled
 And not Deaths  dart
 To strike  dead