'll see That a rose is not only there, not only there to hurt you Beyond the dark gray clouds There is nothing but light At night the stars will shine
My finger bleeds as a thorn pricks it She hurts others for not being hurt herself ...Hurt herself Wounds heal and you'll see That a rose is not only
at night To enlighten his way from dusk 'til dawn The Goddes of all stars Dressed in her cold black dress Her rays of light - alike a rose's thorn Melting
sleep. It was a particular day, unlike too many others when I plucked up courage and rose from my prison bed. Oh, there was heard a familiar sound
falling Darkness in front of our eyes A darkened circle you've made As you leave darkness and I have to stay Ten Strings of darkness on a violin sad
' right; in the year of the Troglodyte Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm And I know you was hopin
CHAPTER ONE through suffering my existence is made whole upward pure the strength of character is raised thorns that lead to a rose eradicate the fences
clasp of pain In a dark lowland that set bad blood in veins Burning, like penal fires roused to strain The jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses The golden dawn
Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spams wrung" Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho's stone Has built thee a marbled stair By candlelight to
Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms wrung' Ebon nemesis, slain jericho's stone Has built thee a marbled stair By candlelight to
final hour And the sun is close to dawning I walk along the path, weary and my feet bloodied and sore, from the fragrant rose thorns underfoot Deep into
That poured from parapets to the pits below Drowning in the past A wretched scream like yesterday Died at last With the rising of the revenant dark
To the vrgin-bloodied priests Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as a beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and
- in the year of the dropper tight Saw a grey mouse rabied poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm And I know you was hopin
the fullmoon a funeral In the forest Still I walk with open wounds but the third is now Rising Through the ashes of a dying love a new soul is born
Under the Fullmoon a Funeral In the Forest Still I walk with open wounds but the Third is now rising Through the ashes of a Dying Love a new soul is
'Cause honey, you can't have the 60s Without the Vietnam War And honey you can't have a Rose Without the thorn And when you're dancing To the old tunes At
