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

 As I draw up my 
 And  fills my eyes
 I  her still
  she will never rise
 
 On  weak body
 Lays  dying hand
 Through those  of Heaven
 Where  ran
 
 Like a thief  the night
  wind blows so light
 It wars  my tears
 That won't  for many years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her should have 
 And not  ebon dart
 To strike her