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

 As I draw up  breath
 And silver fills  eyes
  kiss her still
  she will never rise
 
  my weak body
  her dying hand
  those meadows of Heaven
 Where  ran
 
 Like a thief  the night
 The  blows so light
 It  with my tears
 That won't dry for  years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her should have 
 And not  ebon dart
 To strike  dead