Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

But visions and ambition never to submission
And as she was on a mission the highest above
To Lord upon the slaughter like a sword through hissing
She arose archers 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 English in a of light
And as they rallied night
A cancer fled his soul,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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