In Venere Veritas - HIM

Zipping Cupid in a body bag well-worn

Next to the mausoleum he was born in

Picking up the pieces of this gory glory of it all

From eve to morn, for Eve to mourn

Have no fear

There are wounds that are not meant to heal

And they sing, «In Venere veritas»

Come inside

Let the fire burn you alive and sing, baby, sing

There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all

In Venere veritas

Let’s fall apart together now

There is a method to our sadness

As we drag the mirror ball and chain

Through the twilight again

Dressed up in shame

Have no fear

There are wounds that are not meant to heal

And they sing, «In Venere veritas»

Come inside

Let the fire burn you alive and sing, baby, sing

There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all

In Venere veritas

We are begging for a reflection from

An unshuttered heart to

Blind and chase us over the edge

Have no fear

There are wounds that are not meant to heal

And they sing, «In Venere veritas»

Come inside

Let the fire burn you alive and sing, baby, sing

There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all

In Venere veritas

These are the wounds that are not meant to heal at all

Let’s fall apart together now