I wait for you sister dear,
For my end is almost here.
I wait for you to stand beside me
For you warm presence to guide me.
I wait for you to sit at my side,
To hold through the pain of night.
The night offers no rest, my sister
Only the pain of memories,
Memories where I see you...
Where I see you, with a ribbon upon your throat
And a rose upon your breast.
Memories that cry crimson and white...
but not tonight
This shall be my last night.
Wait for me sister dear,
For my end is here.
They shall find me on the morn,
With a ribbon on my throat,
And a *rose, blooming upon my breast.