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

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