Aeternum Gothica

The rose,
So very red.
Crimson Joy,
For the sun.

Thorns that prick,
Drawing red tears.
The pain is nothing,
To hold you in my hand.

Red for red,
No better a trade.
Pain for pain,
Death for death.

Red spots,
On fields of green.
Red rivers,
On sheets of steel.

Fragrance so heavenly,
Drawing me ever near.
Endure the pain,
For a heavenly sake.

So beautiful,
Dancing in the wind.
Yet easily trapped,
Placed in walls to die.

You wilt with age,
Your red to black.
Thorns that prick,
Ever sharp.

From red to black,
Every time.
No escape from fate,
So I follow you.

Red, red, rose,
The love of my life.
Red, red, rose,
Hold you till we die.