Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

Burning was the sunset like the 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 from the above
To Lord upon the slaughter like a sword through water
She arose where archers her for the death, the death of love

The righteous death of
The death of love

Gilles adored her drama, her suit of white 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 made him click without
And in his she swam a Goddess

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

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

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

Aligned Joan in all that was enthroned and divine
He swore to 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

Framed amid the thick of
Aflame, a
She claimed the skies were lit spires
And in his she swam a Goddess

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