She was the thorn on the rose She was the wicked in the dreams She was the beauty (beauty) And her funeral was like an angel's
They cried they mourned and screamed Remembered a pale face
Her golden hair but her heart was made of stone
Like an angel's funeral They sang for her But i cursed her I killed her
I put the dagger in her heart Like she put it in my soul
My beautiful angel Sleep now Sleep now This is your funeral My beautiful angel Sleep now Sleep now This is your funeral
She was the thorn on the rose She was the wicked in the dreams She was the beauty (beauty) And her funeral was like an angel'sTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
