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

  I draw up my breath
 And silver fills  eyes
 I kiss  still
  she will never rise
 
 On my  body
 Lays  dying hand
 Through those meadows of 
 Where we 
 
 Like a  in the night
  wind blows so light
  wars with my tears
 That won't dry for many 
 
  golden arrow
 At her should  fled
 And  Deaths ebon dart
 To strike  dead