Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The death of love
The righteous death of

Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure armor
Blazed against the in a torrent of light
And as they rallied night
A fled his soul, dissolving

Framed the thick of fire
Aflame, a
She made him click desire
And in his eyes she a Goddess

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

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

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

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

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

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