black rose dying on a gravestone
decrepit and dull of the life drained
out like a funeral
like a rose loses its life when someone dies

like a corpse dead
cold like a corpse
dead like a black
rose on a grave stone

the remains of the
body already decaying
the life is sucked out
of a human being

who meant a lot to
someone somewhere
oh the sorrow of there
loved ones must be feeling

no remorse no regrets
for the time they spent
with the decaying
and decrepit the souls

shall find their rest with
the angels striped of
of their wings and sent
to hell with all the evil doers