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
her screams breaking my heart
And in the grip of fire I knew the of love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The righteous of love
The righteous death of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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