Letra For My Fallen Angel de My Dying Bride

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.
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Love's golden arrow
At her should have fled,
And not Death's ebon dart
To strike her dead.