Letras:
Funeral Red Moon

The aeons, by they go They will never let you know Shining down on fields of doom Tribulation casts a blood-red moon Immortality in death How I long for

The aeons, by they go They will never let you know Shining down on fields of doom Tribulation casts a blood-red moon Immortality in death How I long for

special reason And nobody knew I said nobody knew That the flowers were furnished by the funeral parlor And the whole thing was paid for by the funeral

attracts. I am like a beam from the moon, that you sense but never see. I am the smoke at your cremation and the flames of your funeral pyre. Your eyes

["The Dance of Eternal Shadows" on "Under a Funeral Moon"] Lover of all face the Apocolypse you fade away under the black rain and flowers remain flowers

the gates, to where it's all supposed to end and let us all in... daimons, whores, witches and fiends. Swoop through the frozen landscape of red memories

goin the late afternoon With thesun going down To give wayto the moon

Her bouquets are wilted Too long has She slept Their cruel red mouths darkened To bowed silhouettes I saw in a new moon With Her scent on my breath But

Her bouquets are wilted Too long has she slept Their cruel red mouths darkened To bowed silhouettes I saw in a new moon With her scent on my breath But