Love´s is the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Seperating 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
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who is deaf and blind
The last rites for a soul on fire
Three little words and the question why
Love´s is the funeral of heart
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom...
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