The Funeral Of Hearts — H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty)

Love's 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 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 When 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 here 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 night's the soul's on fire Three little words and a question why

Love's 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 Separating me from you