"A very personal dark fairytale. Nothing is as it seems, especially when feelings are buried deep under a thick coat of mistrust. When you think you have the key to someone else's love or respect, you may be totally wrong, since red roses are fine for most of them but very few know that black roses are more fitting when trying to conquer the love of the wicked ones."
Like a poisoned apple A little taste of her is sweet but deadly Her carriage leaves Before the midnight hour and then she fades away
A crown of thorns he wears to override The lightness of their whining Down to delirium He finds this way to crawl once every other day
Empty now I feel, even when I should be full of myself I'm addicted to the misery that rots inside
Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me So open up your heart and come to the other side Bring black roses for the wicked one
He can dominate the pain As she ravages his love with sorrow Midian is where they'll spend their quarantine Among the other freaks
Empty now I feel, even when I should be full of myself I'm addicted to the misery that rots inside
Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me So open up your heart and come to the other side Bring black roses for the wicked one I wasn't made for loving you, 'cause I belong to this stormy night Of laudanum, of sulphur, blood and a touch of death Bring black roses for the wicked one
Don't waste away all your sympathy On a fallen soul like me There are not such things as miracles Pain will always stand by me
Someday someway you will get to see There's no haughtiness in me No redemption and no deliverance So get the hell away from me
Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me So open up your heart and come to the other side Bring black roses for the wicked oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
