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

  I draw up my breath
 And silver  my eyes
 I kiss  still
 For she will never 
 
 On  weak body
 Lays  dying hand
 Through  meadows of Heaven
 Where we 
 
 Like a thief in the 
 The wind blows so 
  wars with my tears
 That won't  for many years
 
 Loves  arrow
 At her should  fled
 And not  ebon dart
 To  her dead