Blood red roses!
The ancient roots are crawling through centuries of pain.
I feed the hungry briars with mold and heavy clay,
Each single spine is sharper than scythes that cut away!
The ivy grips the granite, it chokes the catacomb,
The gardener of midnight has made this vault his home.
Out of the blackest corner the petals bare their fangs
They’re waiting for the fever to cure their hunger pangs!
The wicked moon is laughing upon the withered ground,
The wicked stalks are swaying without a single sound...
They crave the crimson banquet before the night is gone!
(Hear them scrape! Hear them grow!)
Припев
Blood red roses! (Blood red roses!)
Blooming in the storm!
Blood red roses! (Blood red roses!)
Where the venom is born!
The thorns are tearing through flesh to the bone,
The beast whispers darkly: "You are not alone!"
They stretch their hungry jaws in the dark
Blood red roses ignite with a spark!
The leather gloves are shredded, torn open to the skin,
That is the price you're paying for horrors held within.
The iron bolt has snapped off the cellar entry door,
The tentacles of bramble are crawling on the floor!
Around the dead brass fixtures they twist a choking rope,
A drop of pitch-black resin kills every bit of hope.
Stay back from iron fences, don’t try to pick the stem,
Unless you want to perish and be consumed by them!
The crypt is breathing closer, the wooden rafters groan,
I pluck the blackened blossom, my heart has turned to stone!
The monsters start their howling, the harvest is divine!
(Tear the flesh! Feed the vine!)
Припев
Blood red roses! (Blood red roses!)
Blooming in the storm!
Blood red roses! (Blood red roses!)
Where the venom is born!
The thorns are tearing through flesh to the bone,
No living man will save you, you face it on your own!
A bridal cursed bouquet from the kingdom of shade
Blood red roses will never decay!
A single prick and ice will stop your chest!
No turning back, you are the monster’s guest!
The midnight ballroom is calling your name,
I’m handing you over to beauty and pain!
Припев
Blood red roses! Blood red roses!
Rising through the storm!
Blood red roses! (Blood red roses!)
Deadly beauty transformed!
The thorns are tearing through flesh to the bone,
The monster is crowned on his petrified throne!
They’ll eat the morning and swallow the clay
Blood red roses are burning away!
Thorns... bite... petals in the dark...
Blood red roses!
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