The Funeral of Hearts
HIM Lyrics
love's the funeral of hearts
an ode for cruelty
when angels cry blood
on flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question, why?
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
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Written by: VILLE HERMANNI VALO
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Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts Read Full BioLove's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question why
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts Read Full BioLove's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question why
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
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Divina Hoskins
love's the funeral of hearts
an ode for cruelty
when angels cry blood
on flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question, why?
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
Diana Taranenko
Иногда мне страшно вспоминать свои дни и ночи с этой музыкой. Мне страшно думать об этой музыке. Мне страшно слушать ее вновь. Потому что огромный кусок жизни связанный с ней навечно.
Тогда слушать эти песни приходилось на Двд, тогда многое
было на сд-дисках, и эти диски грели души многих людей.
Мою тоже.
Сейчас у меня где-то еще лежит Хим..
Лежит его концерт..
Боже мой... Этот мир подарил мне тебя.
И хоть всему приходит конец, конец никогда не прийдет воспоминаниям о первой музыкальной любви.
О моей жизни. О части меня.
Когда-то это была не просто музыка для меня, а целый другой мир, космос, религия, магия, любовь и все на свете.
Не могу словами передать те чувства, которые возникали.
Мне не был понятен перевод, но сама музыка и то, как он пел переполняло все словесные смыслы.
На сегодня эта группа закончила свой творческий путь.
mind_ways
Как быстро летит время! Мы с подругой тащились по этой группе в далёком 2003 -ом. Сейчас уже новое поколение выросло и готические люди куда-то канули (наверное жизнь сейчас веселее и легче), а мы влюблялись в мальчиков с накрашенными глазами и накрашенными ногтями и нам было пофиг на тех, кто не одевается в чёрное. Вилле Вало впервые увидела именно в этом клипе, в этом образе и он показался космическим. Самый офигенский клип, я считаю. Нет ему равных до сих пор. А песня возвращает в зелёную молодость. Спасибо ему, что он был в нашей жизни со всеми своими песнями, с нашими мечтами... Эх, ностальгия
alckinoy
Прям напомнили мою молодость, специально в школе учился играть на инструментах, чтобы потом красить глаза на концертах и клеить девок. После 23 годков как-то все закончилось, но чертовски весело студенчество прошло)
Olga Romanova
С чего вы взяли, что жизнь стала легче? Просто она стала скучнее и однообразнее, наверное скорее так. И жестокости стало в десятки раз больше. Вспоминаю 2003 год, я школьница- ходила везде одна. А сейчас страшно ребёнка отпустить одного, за ручку все с родителями ходят.
Иван Шулаков
Альтернативная одаренность это навсегда
tambourineboy
after g tranlate. i give a like.
Ильяс Шакамалов
С накрашками в черное и мрачное девочек я не влюблялся, мне голос зашел ритм и душа
Michael Night
I don't know a single other band with a fanbase that feels like an actual diaspora. Those who really got into HIM tend to share similar romantic outlooks, tastes in music, art, movies, aesthetic, architecture, scenery, and a love for Finland. If you're reading this and these words vibed with you, I'm sooo happy that you're around.
Jankolino
🖤🖤🖤
Artyom Belkin
I’m Russian
impetechepectalea
I'm happy YOU'RE around, man. You have an absolutely beautiful outlook. ❤