Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

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

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

Where will you be when the is rising?
How will you from it's terrorizing?
Where you be my darling?
Where will you be the dark is rising?

Burning was the like the portent of doom
On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her

But and ambition never listened to submission
And as she was on a mission the highest above
To upon the slaughter like a sword through hissing water
She arose where archers sought her for the death, the death of

The righteous death of
The death of love

Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure armor
against the English in a torrent of light
And as rallied onto night
A cancer his soul, dissolving

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

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

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

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

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

Framed amid the of fire
Aflame, a
She claimed the skies were lit with
And in his eyes she swam a

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