Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

Where will you be when they for warfare?
What you see with your innocence 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 and dying
Where will you be my
Where you be when God is glorifying?

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

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

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

Burning was the sunset the portent of doom
On the saintly iron maiden as she from her wound

But visions and ambition listened to submission
And as she was on a mission from the above
To Lord upon the slaughter like a sword through water
She arose where archers sought her for the death, the of love

The death of love
The righteous death of

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

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

And even when they caught her
Her words would a scar
For only in the grip of
Will we amidst the brightest stars

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

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

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

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

And even she fought for breath
Her words would leave a
For in the grip of darkness
Will we amidst the brightest stars