Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The righteous death of
The righteous death of

Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white
Blazed against the English in a torrent of
And as they rallied onto
A cancer fled his soul,

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

And even when they caught her
Her words would a scar
For only in the grip of
Will we shine the brightest stars

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

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

with Joan in all that was enthroned and divine
He to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove
Crimes he knew derived from minds of the blind
The church unfurled for murder perched upon the 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 when she for breath
Her words would leave a
For only in the grip of
Will we shine amidst the stars