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

 As I draw up  breath
 And silver fills my 
 I  her still
 For  will never rise
 
 On my weak 
 Lays her dying 
  those meadows of Heaven
 Where  ran
 
 Like a thief in the 
 The wind blows so 
 It wars with my 
 That won't  for many years
 
 Loves golden 
  her should have fled
  not Deaths ebon dart
  strike her dead