Black theatre of love Violet dancers cast their blood The moon gave me flowers For funerals to come 12 shapes bow before her I am still one of them 12 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 Violet dancers drink my blood The moon gave me flowers For funerals to come I cannot breathe Am losing life The moon paints the skyline blue She died so beautiful
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