LOVE´S THE FUNERAL OF HEARTS
AND AN ODE FOR CRUELTY
WHERE ANGELS CRY BLOOD
ON FLOWERS OF EVIL IN BLOOM
THE FUNERAL OF HEARTS
AND A PLEA FOR MERCY
WHEN LOVE IS A GUN
SEPARATING ME FROM YOU
SHE WAS THE SUN SHINING UPON
THE TOMB OF YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS SO FRAIL
HE WAS THE MOON PAINTING YOU
WITH IT´S GLOW SO VULNERABLE AND PALE
LOVE´S THE FUNERAL OF HEARTS
AND AN ODE FOR CRUELTY
WHERE ANGELS CRY BLOOD
ON FLOWERS OF EVIL IN BLOOM
THE FUNERAL OF HEARTS
AND A PLEA FOR MERCY
WHEN LOVE IS A GUN
SEPARATING ME FROM YOU
SHE WAS THE WIND CARRYING IN
ALL THE TROUBLES AND FEARS
YOU´VE FOR YEARS TRIED TO FORGET
HE WAS THE FIRE
RESTLESS AND WILD AND YOU..
WERE LIKE A MOTH TO THAT FLAME
THE HERETIC SEAL BEYOND DIVINE
PRAY TO GOD WHO´S DEAF AND BLIND
THE LAST RITES FOR SOULS ON FIRE
THREE LITTLE WORDS AND A QUESTION, WHY
LOVE´S THE FUNERAL OF HEARTS
AND AN ODE FOR CRUELTY
WHERE ANGELS CRY BLOOD
ON FLOWERS OF EVIL IN BLOOM
THE FUNERAL OF HEARTS
AND A PLEA FOR MERCY
WHEN LOVE IS A GUN
SEPARATING ME FROM YOU