Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

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

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 they're

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

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

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

The righteous death of
The death of love

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

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

And even when they her breath
Her would leave a scar
For only in the of darkness
Will we shine amidst the brightest

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

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

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

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

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