H.I.M. - Behind the Crimson Door Lyrics
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Behind the Crimson Door
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What Are The Lyrics For Behind the Crimson Door By H.I.M.?
Covered the carcass of time with flowers
To send the scent of blame to the grave Set the darkest thoughts on fire And watched the ashes climb to Heaven's gates We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door While the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me) "Your love will be the death of me" Death served wine for lovers Brought from the world where devils reign And intoxicated angels with sorrow They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door While the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me) "Your love will be the death of me" We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me) "Your love will be the death of me" We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me" (Death of me) "Your love will be the death of me" We hide behind the crimson door We hide behind the crimson door We hide behind the crimson door We hide behind the crimson door |
Who Wrote Behind the Crimson Door By H.I.M.?
Ville Valo, Ville Hermanni Valo
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