I am a proud rose
I adore my lovely thorns.
I have an ethereal halo,
With two little horns.
Therefore, I warn you Mortal
Do not make me cross.

Must you cut off my thorns?
Must you make me harmless?
Like a newborn.

I curse thee!
To bleed, forever and ever
Whence thou touch my thorns,
My Crown of Thorns.