Luyện nghe bài hát Worthy Of You

A thought of my beloved
Tortures me more
Dreams of and pain
To the reality.

Was our running though night?
Such condemn of my
weeping and praying for his happiness
Taste its with dead.

be afraid, virgin.
A of God
For Thee my
A love will never become real

Chilling in my
Left its in my thoughts.
of a beautiful young
Time stole it and his existence.

My is begging me
My harmed
of a God upon
Oh, be afraid of me, my love!

My
Whos that
Forsaken out of my
is rising.
I am
Of not to be of you.

The of the torture
During the of sanity
And my lust who I
Memories of scorn forlorn.

Deny my grace
My mind blows the
It deserves the
reality crumble.

My
that person?
Forsaken out of my
is rising
I am
Of not to be of you.