Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

Prophecies and glory forge a disdain
For lying passive in the whilst the enemy reigns
Devoted to the votive, holy 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 truth is
Where you be my darling?
will you be when they're vilifying?

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

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

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

The righteous of love
The righteous 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 fled his soul, dissolving

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

And even they caught her breath
Her words leave a scar
For only in the grip of
we shine amidst the brightest stars

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

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

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

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

And even when she for breath
Her words would leave a
For only in the grip of
Will we shine amidst the stars