Blood of Saint Valentine

[Verse 1]
Iron decree
Cold in the square
Love is a crime
Carved in the air
Soldiers in chains
Eyes on the ground
He lifts their hands
No one makes a sound
[Verse 2]
Ring on a string
Hidden in sleeve
Two shaking palms
Promising to never leave
Candles that shake
Shadows that sway
He says their names
And steals them away
[Chorus]
This is the blood of Saint Valentine
Spilling on stone for a secret vow
Kissing their shackles like sacred wine
(oh) they cut him down but they can’t stop it now
Hearts beat louder than the emperor’s sign
Dying for love
The last holy crime
[Verse 3]
Claudius rages
Hungry for war
“What use is a heart
If it won’t march to my roar?”
Chains on his wrists
Thorns in his hair
They call him traitor
He whispers a prayer
[Bridge]
“Take all my titles
Tear up my name
Love is the altar
Fire and flame”
One final couple
Pressed to the bars
He blesses their hands
Then they’re torn apart
[Chorus]
This is the blood of Saint Valentine
Spilling on stone for a secret vow
Kissing their shackles like sacred wine
(yeah) they cut him down but they can’t stop it now
Hearts beat louder than the emperor’s sign
Dying for love
The last holy crime

rock, Dark, gothic romantic rock with male vocals; baritone voice over detuned, fuzzed-out guitars and tom-heavy drums. Verses stay tense and restrained with tremolo-picked leads and churchy organ pads; chorus explodes with wide power chords, choral backing vocals, and pounding floor toms. Bridge leans into half-time doom, choir swells, and a dissonant guitar solo that bleeds back into the final hook., romantic