Like an Angel's Funeral - When Nothing Remains

She was the thorn on the rose

She was the wicked in the dreams

She was the beauty (beauty)

And her funeral was like an angel’s

They cried they mourned and screamed

Remembered a pale face

Her golden hair but her heart was made of stone

Like an angel’s funeral

They sang for her

But i cursed her

I killed her

I put the dagger in her heart

Like she put it in my soul

My beautiful angel

Sleep now

Sleep now

This is your funeral

My beautiful angel

Sleep now

Sleep now

This is your funeral

She was the thorn on the rose

She was the wicked in the dreams

She was the beauty (beauty)

And her funeral was like an angel’s