Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

Burning was the like the portent of doom
On the saintly iron as she fell from her wound

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

The death of love
The righteous of love

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

Framed amid the thick of
Aflame, a
She made him click desire
And in his eyes she swam a

And when they caught her breath
Her words would a scar
For in the grip of darkness
we shine amidst the brightest stars

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

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

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

Framed amid the of fire
Aflame, a
She claimed the were lit with 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
Will we shine the brightest stars