• Roses, Roses
    Such roses bloom
    In the garden of Souls
    Though with hidden doom

    So lovely it is
    Resembling Love
    Death is what it signifies
    A coming ending it proves

    Soft and soothing petals
    Roses are full of them
    But when wilting
    Turning to dust is what they redeem

    With such fine, red color
    Like the blood that supports
    But when dying, it turns
    Into the color of a dead corpse

    It possesses godly beauty
    With radiance so great
    Yet when its life is ending
    It'll turn to ashes at any rate

    Its stem, full of thorns
    True Evil is revealed;
    Thorns covered in blood
    The Good is consealed

    Like everything else,
    It would be like what it was said
    Like everything else,
    They're all dead

    But until then...

    Roses Roses
    Such roses bloom
    In the garden of Souls
    Though with still hidden doom...