Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

Her sighs called 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 my heart
And in the of fire I knew the death of love

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

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

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

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

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

But visions and ambition listened to submission
And as she was on a mission from the above
To Lord the slaughter like a sword through hissing water
She where archers sought her for the death, the death of love

The righteous of love
The righteous death of

Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white
Blazed the English in a torrent of light
And as they onto night
A cancer his soul, dissolving

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

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

How you breathe when their wheels are turning?
How you know 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 you be my darling?
will 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 of the blind
The church for murder perched upon the death of love

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

And even she fought for breath
Her would leave a scar
For only in the grip of
Will we shine the brightest stars