he was the moon painting you with its glow so vulnerable and pale...
love's the funeral of hearts nad 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 he 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,a pray to a god who's deaf and blind
the last rites for souls on fire,three little words and a question why
