La Rosa Negra
Dünedain
The Black Rose
The reason no longer matters,
Only the words die in a story that ended.
Today I don't ask for more from God, I've never felt His embrace.
Just a sad heart.
I feel the pain of the memory of the work created, or not.
I think it's time to feel your goodbye...
The rose fell, there's blood on its hands.
The night cried, secrets kept.
The rose fell, the fear has ceased.
The thorn that opened the flower of rejection.
The path between us was perhaps too much,
An agreement that ceased.
Your gaze revealed that bitter cold,
The lie or the courage.
In every star hides a kept memory
Of the fleeting pain love leaves behind...
The rose fell, there's blood on its hands.
The night cried, secrets kept.
The rose fell, the fear has ceased.
The thorn that opened the flower of rejection.
Alone.
The rose fell, there's blood on its hands.
The night cried, secrets kept.
The rose fell, the fear has ceased.
The thorn that opened the flower of rejection.
