Black rose

Black rose,
In the field of life,
Waiting to be released,
Hoping the Devil to rise.

Follow the wind,
Take the sickness,
This ground of disease,
Keeps you alive.

Seek Satan's minions,
Stand in the darkness,
Understand our visions,
Nobody feels your emptiness.

Pull me under,
Bring me down,
Before I go higher,
Keep me on the ground.

Make me bleed,
Help me see,
There's no future for me,
I'm just a bad seed.

Cut me open,
with your spikes,
Let my soul breath,
The fresh breeze.

Black rose,
Your the Devil's creation,
My lover,
In the midnight's excitation.