HIM — The Funeral of Hearts

From: Zayka [email protected]

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
I
She was the sun shining upon
The tomb of your hopes
And dreams so frail
He was the moon painting you
With its glow so vulnerable and pale
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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
II
She was the wind carrying in
All the troubles and fears
He for years tried to forget
He was the fire restless and wild
And you were like a moth to the flame

Be ready to beyond the undivine prayer to God
As deaf and blind
The last night’s souls on fire
Bringing word to the question why
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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