Roses from the Grave

Come to me – do you see the path?
Or wait and bleed if you’ve seen enough
Touch my lips with your fingernails
I’ll steal the kiss even if You’re dead

I’ve been where places enters dark
Couldn’t see the all things from the past
Now it’s time to reckon all your sins
Close your eyes because this is been foreseen

And the earth is so warm
And your body is cold
And the rain is so tight
And the night is so bright

And the grave is fresh
And the roses are red
And the sky is blue
And my clothes are wet

And the sun never wakes
When your soul lies down broken
And the roses are red
And Your grave is so fresh

And your body is cold (x4)