The rose, The rose.
Is a violent thorn.
she knows, she knows her soul.

Among the world,
She is torn.
Beyond repair,
Is thy rose.

Beautiful scarlet,
You knoweth the way.
My love, my lady.
Please be delayed.

Despite the world,
In this dark time.
The rose lives,
In the light.

The Rose, The rose,
Is a distant thorn.
She stares off into the distance,
Forever alone.