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

 As  draw up my breath
 And silver fills  eyes
 I  her still
 For she  never rise
 
  my weak body
 Lays  dying hand
 Through those meadows of 
  we ran
 
  a thief in the night
 The  blows so light
 It wars with  tears
 That won't  for many years
 
 Loves  arrow
 At her should have 
  not Deaths ebon dart
  strike her dead