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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