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

 As I draw  my breath
 And  fills my eyes
 I kiss her 
 For she will never 
 
 On my weak 
 Lays  dying hand
 Through those meadows  Heaven
  we ran
 
 Like a thief in the 
  wind blows so light
 It wars with  tears
  won't dry for many years
 
 Loves  arrow
 At her  have fled
 And not  ebon dart
 To strike her