Luyện nghe bài hát Dellamorte, Dellamore

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

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

Let me gaze upon that face one time.
To regret and throw it all away.
To the lips that once invited 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.
one last breath.
Make it and make it full.
And I will make it last.

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

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

My heart has become shallow 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 you on this sad day.