H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty) Follow

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.

(Guitar Solo)

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 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.