Luyện nghe bài hát Dellamorte, Dellamore

You'd I wouldn't miss you.
But your persistent cuts through me like glass.
Memories of not so times soon to kill me.
Like well-aimed daggers thrown through 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 once filled with promise.

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

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

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

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

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