Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

Her penultimate sighs softly on the kindling wind
Her saintly filling with tears, lifting with truth
And then a flash like the onset of heaven
Leaving her screams breaking my
And in the grip of fire I knew the 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
will you be my darling?
Where you be when God is glorifying?

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

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

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

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

The righteous death of
The righteous death of

adored her drama, her suit of pure 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 without desire
And in his eyes she a Goddess

And even when they caught her
Her words would leave a
For in the grip of darkness
Will we shine amidst the brightest

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

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

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

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

And even she fought for breath
Her would leave a scar
For only in the of darkness
Will we shine amidst the stars