Luyện nghe bài hát Dellamorte, Dellamore

You'd I wouldn't miss you.
But your persistent voice cuts me like glass.
Memories of not so pleasant soon to kill me.
well-aimed daggers thrown through well-painted hearts.
But not time.
I will myself.
influence.
And desire.

Take my one last time.
Like a lamb laid to rest.
And me to the burial plot.
On how we were filled with promise.

Let me gaze upon that face one time.
To regret and throw it all away.
To taste the lips that once curiosity.
But now be given the chance to kiss the hand of God.

one last breath.
Make it deep and it full.
And I will make it last.
Take one breath.
Make it and make it full.
And I make it your last.

I won't be again.
By your warm breath my neck.
Rather than listen to voice.
I'll out the last rights of this love.

A book of pictures will this fire.
Old of lies will become a pyre.
I'll be standing we first met.
When I cast ashes into the wind.

My has become your shallow grave.
No one to mourn you on sad day.
My has become your shallow grave.
No one to you on this sad day.
My heart has become shallow grave.
No one to you on this sad day.