Black Rose - Icon & The Black Roses

Some black roses on the floor

And gliding petals on the river

Your tears are so cold

They’re twisting streams on your pale skin

But once you had a red rose on your hands

And spread its seeds away while hoping they’d blossom red

Sound and safe from that tainted soul of yours

Because your soul is black you fear the sun, wind and rain

And would never let them to shine, blow or fall on your grave

So the red roses are black for you today

Some black roses on the floor

And drips of blood on your fingers

With every thorn you hurt so deep

While harvesting on your death field

With honesty justice and dignity you can’t turn your roses red

Roses are black roses for you today