Man:

The rose is flung, it’s set to die
The pale clouds begin to cry
As she walks away, faint and cold
My dark romance’s to unfold

And I look at the dark rose, dead
My soul congests with hate and dread
And I’m beset with darkness, great
Unable to flee love’s dark fate

Woman:

And all I see is ire, grim
As I walk, look away from him
I start to rue the days we had
My life’s begun, bitter and sad

I thought all would work out all right
And we would kiss o’er fine a night
But I was wrong, against my heart
I forced us to fore’er depart

Together:

But though in darkness, stride will we
Without the spark of love’s content
Our love shall live through agony
The second our lone roads we wend

And though we now are lone souls, stray
Not e’en death shall tear us away
For though we are sundered apart
We shall keep each other at heart