🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Our Wings Are Burning - Virgin Black

 We  in love, with dust in our lids
  the pain of a severed soul
 
 We lowered our heads and lifted our 
 Placed our  in celebration
 Poured  Ointment Of Grief
 On  lips of a mutilated man
 I carry  bones of a deformed child
 
 And my own  breath
  speak the old man's words
 In  persuasive eloquence
 Bless the  that hides
 This unlamented 
 
 On the crest of fire, our wings are 
 How glorious  pain
 And the ways of God, shriek  of tune
 All is lost but 
 
  the crest of fire
  wings are burning
  the wind's anthem
 All is lost but