Like A Rose On The Grave Of Love
Come like the duskLike a rose on the grave of loveYou are my lustLike a rose on the grave of love
I curse the day I first saw youLike a rose that is born to bloomDon't look at me the way you doLike the roses, they fear the gloom
Your thorns, they kissed my blood
Your beauty heals, your beauty killsAnd who would know better than I do?Pretend you love me!
Indeed, reality seems farWhen a rose is in love with youSlaves of our hearts, that's what we areWe loved and died where roses grew
They watched us silently
A rose is free, a rose is wildAnd who would know better than I do?Roses are not made for love