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

  I draw up my breath
 And silver  my eyes
 I kiss  still
 For  will never rise
 
 On my weak 
  her dying hand
 Through those meadows of 
  we ran
 
 Like  thief in the night
  wind blows so light
 It wars with  tears
 That won't dry for  years
 
  golden arrow
 At her should have 
 And not Deaths  dart
 To  her dead