My rose, my rose, oh where have you been
it's been so long ago
every thorn now represents a sin
I almost denied to wanting to know
I'll pull of your petals, slice you up by the roots
You'll be nothin' more then some pulp on boots
My rose is no more, she has faded away
and even the sunshine has turned in to Grey
And when this rose has been eaten up by the ground
Only then I'll hear this beautifull sound
Hearing children play and the birds in the sky
The only thorn in my eye is why did you lie?
Every time that i wondered, every time it all made me cry
Is that what drives me to see your dead petals fly
My rose, my rose, you were the most beautifull of all