Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

Prophecies and glory forge a massive
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 they see when the truth is blinding?
Where you be my darling?
Where will you be when vilifying?

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

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

But visions and ambition never 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 her for the death, the death of love

The death of love
The righteous death of

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

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

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

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

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

with Joan in all that was enthroned and divine
He swore to score the crimes, poured on this dove
Crimes he knew 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 lit with spires
And in his eyes she a Goddess

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