I sleep in fields of flowers dead
they look at me with scorn
but know not this about themselves:
they are as dead as these thorns

Here, where man does not belong
in my home, in peace I stay
I sooner would stab this heart of mine
than submit to their way

Among the endless lightless nights
that filled my heart with dread
I rose above like roses do
I rose above and bled

But must these days never come to end?
when I would feel no fright
dress me all in darkest black
the dress that's worn by night

I sleep in fields of flowers dead
beneath the faceless sky
beneath the vastness fathomless
I'll sleep until I die