Burning Hearts on Valentines Day

Now, dear children, pay attention I am the voice from the pillow I brought something to you Have cut it from my breast With this heart i have the power To blame youre eyes I sing till the day wakes up A bright shine at the heavens sky My heart burns They come to you at night Deamons, ghosts and black elves They crawl up from the cellar rows and will take a lok under your bed Little children listen on I am the voice from the pillow I braught something to you A bright shine at the heavens sky My heart burns They come to you at night And steal your little hot tears They wait till the moon awakes And push them in my cold venes Little children listen on I am the voice from the pillow I sing till the day awakes A bright shine at the heavens sky My heart burns