Idioma Origen:
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
I am losing life
The moon paint the skyline blue
She died so beautiful
Idioma Destino:
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
I am losing life
The moon paint the skyline blue
She died so beautiful