Roses in red Filed of my blood Roses in black Silk in my dark Perfection can kill Its very existence will N so I am gona Whoever touch those thorns Whoever touch those pedals Ll sink n die but live A living dead ll be Domed dark dead but live
So coming close in here Means coming coming close to death Means giving up ur soul To the voracious reaper But who can ever go But who can ever see But who can ever touch The heart of a dead beeng
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