Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The righteous of love
The righteous death of

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

amid the thick of fire
Aflame, a
She him click without desire
And in his eyes she a Goddess

And even when caught her breath
Her words would leave a
For only in the grip of
we shine amidst the brightest stars

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

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

Aligned with Joan in all that was and divine
He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws on this dove
he knew alone derived from 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 with
And in his eyes she swam a

And when she fought for breath
Her words would leave a
For only in the grip of
Will we shine amidst the stars