H.I.M. - The Funeral Of Hearts 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 its 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 you've 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 prayer to a God who's deaf and blind The last rites for souls on fire Three little words and a question: why. Love's the funeral of hearts And an ode for mercy 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, The funeral of hearts And an ode for mercy When angels cry blood On flowers of evil in bloom.
H.I.M. - The Funeral Of Hearts 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 its 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 you've 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 prayer to a God who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question: why.
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for mercy
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,
The funeral of hearts
And an ode for mercy
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom.
3.30 - 3.58 is such a beautiful part. Thank you for this version.