Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

Her penultimate sighs called on the kindling wind
Her saintly eyes with tears, lifting with truth
And then a golden flash like the of heaven
her screams breaking my heart
And in the grip of I knew the death of love

Where will you be they tense for warfare?
What will you see your innocence there?
Where you be my darling?
Where will you be when tense for warfare?

Where will you be God is glorifying?
There we be between the dead and dying
Where you be my darling?
Where will you be God is glorifying?

Prophecies and forge a massive disdain
For passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns
to the votive, holy standard above
By of the king of heaven came the death of love

will you be when they're vilifying?
How will they see the truth is blinding?
will you be my darling?
Where will you be they're vilifying?

Where will you be when the dark is
How will you keep from terrorizing?
Where will you be my
will you be when the dark is rising?

Burning was the sunset like the portent of
On the saintly maiden as she fell from her wound

But visions and ambition never listened to
And as she was on a from the highest above
To Lord upon the slaughter like a sword hissing water
She where archers sought her for the death, the death of love

The death of love
The righteous of love

Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white
against the English in a torrent of light
And as they onto night
A cancer fled his soul,

Framed amid the of fire
Aflame, a
She made him click without
And in his she swam a Goddess

And even when caught her breath
Her words would a scar
For in the grip of darkness
Will we shine amidst the brightest

How will you when their wheels are turning?
How you know if the sky is burning?
Where will you be my
How will you breathe when their wheels are

will you be when Babel builds my fire?
Will you not flee and me pariah?
will you be my darling?
Where you be when they light my pyre?

Aligned with Joan in all that was and divine
He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on dove
Crimes he knew alone derived minds of the blind
The church unfurled for murder perched upon the death of

Framed amid the thick of
Aflame, a
She claimed the skies lit with spires
And in his eyes she a Goddess

And even she fought for breath
Her would leave a scar
For only in the grip of
Will we shine amidst the brightest