12 - Katatonia

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 of love

Violet dancers drink my blood

The moon gave me flowers

For funerals to come

I cannot breathe

I am losing life

The moon paints the skyline blue

She died so beautiful