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

 As  draw up my breath
 And silver fills  eyes
  kiss her still
 For she  never rise
 
  my weak body
 Lays her  hand
 Through those meadows  Heaven
 Where  ran
 
 Like a thief  the night
 The wind blows so 
 It wars with my 
  won't dry for many years
 
  golden arrow
  her should have fled
 And not Deaths ebon 
 To strike  dead