اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
