Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

Her penultimate sighs called softly on the kindling
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 of fire I knew the death of love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The death of love
The death of love

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

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

And even when caught her breath
Her words leave a scar
For only in the of darkness
we shine amidst the brightest stars

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

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

Aligned 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 unfurled 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 a Goddess

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