Luyện nghe bài hát The Hour Of Death

My God have mercy upon me in Hour of Death
I pray for thee to my life instead of the one I so dearly love
Her face is pale the ivory of the distant realms
And as I hold her hand in mine, I clearly feel it's cold
Like or snow

Remembering the of joy, not so long ago
memories just increase grief as I watch the withering of beauty
How can it be that she's not here and I remain
There has to be some kind of way we can be again
Together

As she fades
Like statue of clay

All I wish is to be in with her
Slowly transforming back dirt
under the sacred ground
Noone be able to part us now