Luyện nghe bài hát Dellamorte, Dellamore

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

Take my hand one time.
a slaughtered lamb laid to rest.
And follow me to the plot.
On how we were once with promise.

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

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

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

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

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