My Dying Bride - For My Fallen Angel (Like Gods Of The Sun 1996) | Текст песни

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• My Dying Bride
• For My Fallen Angel (Like Gods Of The Sun 1996)

As I draw up my breath,
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
For she will never rise.
On my weak body,
Lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of Heaven,
Where we ran.
Like a thief in the night,
The wind blows so light.
It wars with my tears,
That won't dry for many years.
"Love's golden arrow,
At her should have fled,
And not Death's ebon dart
To strike her death."