🎵 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 
 
  my weak body
 Lays her dying 
 Through those  of Heaven
  we ran
 
 Like a thief  the night
 The wind blows  light
 It  with my tears
 That won't dry  many years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her should  fled
  not Deaths ebon dart
 To  her dead