Luyện nghe bài hát Dellamorte, Dellamore

You'd think I wouldn't you.
But your persistent voice cuts through me glass.
Memories of not so pleasant times soon to me.
Like well-aimed daggers through well-painted hearts.
But not time.
I remain myself.
influence.
And desire.

my hand one last time.
Like a slaughtered 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 resurrect regret and it all away.
To the lips that once invited curiosity.
But will now be the chance to kiss the hand of God.

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

I be swayed again.
By your warm upon my neck.
Rather than listen to voice.
I'll scream out the rights of this love.

A of pictures will fuel this fire.
Old of lies will become a pyre.
be standing where we first met.
When I your ashes into the wind.

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