Paroles de 12

Black theatre of love Violet dances cast their blood The moon gave me flowers For funerals to come Twelve shapes bow before her I am still one of them Twelve morbid ways to die Her beauty scares me I'm falling deeper No more pain to feel now Touch the silence Afraid of hell Black theatre of love Violet dances cast their blood The moon gave me flowers For funerals to come I cannot breathe I am losing life The moon paints the skyline blue She died so beautiful