Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

Her penultimate sighs called softly on the kindling
Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with
And then a golden flash the onset of heaven
Leaving her breaking my heart
And in the grip of fire I knew the death of

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

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

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

Where will you be when vilifying?
How will they see when the truth is
will you be my darling?
Where will you be when 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 never listened to submission
And as she was on a mission the highest above
To Lord upon the slaughter like a sword through hissing
She arose archers sought her for the death, the death of love

The righteous death of
The death of love

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

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

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

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

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

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

amid 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 would leave a scar
For in the grip of darkness
Will we shine the brightest stars