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

 As I draw up  breath
 And silver fills my 
 I kiss her 
 For she will never 
 
 On my weak 
 Lays  dying hand
 Through those meadows of 
 Where we 
 
 Like a thief in  night
 The wind  so light
 It wars with  tears
 That won't dry for  years
 
 Loves golden 
 At her  have fled
  not Deaths ebon dart
 To strike her