A flower so tender that longs to be hurt So scarlet and slender it blossoms in dirt Seductive and feral so perfect in thorns One kiss by its prickle and hope is forlorn
That roses conquer the yarns did not teach But rousing and violent are kisses that breach Provoked by enlightenment the siege has begun A triumph of passion a war to be won
Intrigued by its beauty compelled by its smell The scent of its petals like whispers from hell The conduct of warfare extends through the night The blitzkrieg of roses resolves in delight
A flower so tender that conquers by force Seduction through conquest by roses at war So tender yet forceful the flower proceeds To harvest its victims in search to be pleased
Sweet blossom of conduct disposed to prevail Advancing with triumph to vanquish avail The warfare of roses sustained by the truth Both pleasure and violence are there to be used
It knows not its beauty it tries not to dream So perfect in silence it yearns to be seen It wants to be picked and compelled to believe That love and submission are hers to receive
Intrigued by its beauty compelled by its smell The scent of its petals like whispers from hell The conduct of warfare extends through the night The blitzkrieg of roses resolves in delightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
