Luyện nghe bài hát Dellamorte, Dellamore

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

Take my one last time.
Like a slaughtered laid to rest.
And follow me to the plot.
On how we once filled with promise.

Let me gaze that face one more time.
To resurrect and throw it all away.
To taste the lips that invited curiosity.
But will now be the chance to kiss the hand of God.

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

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

A book of pictures will fuel fire.
Old letters of lies become a pyre.
I'll be standing where we met.
When I cast your ashes the wind.

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