Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

Her sighs called softly on the kindling wind
Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with
And then a golden flash like the onset of
Leaving her breaking my heart
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?
Where you be my darling?
Where you be when they tense for warfare?

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

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

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

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

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

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

The righteous death of
The righteous death of

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

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

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

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

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

Framed amid the thick of
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 of darkness
we shine amidst the brightest stars