Rose of Pain

In the garden of tears and despair

Grows bloody Rose of pain;

And dark clouds hang in the air

Like prediction of the black rain…

Fallen Angel lost holy skies

Just to be forever with me,

And he gladly have sacrificed

All his heart’s serenity.

 Fallen Angel clamed me for him,

But I told him: “Bring Rose for me”;

And he promised me flower of sin

And all that we can call glee…

Fallen Angel searched that Rose

For my immortal soul,

In this repose the Devil chose

To take It for him very own;

And I came to the Devil’s hall

To return the Rose of pain,

And I’ve sold for Rose my soul…

And Fallen Angel did the same.

I keep Rose of pain on my knees

And my Fallen Angel is near;

And I gave him the highest bliss

With the taste of torture and fear.

But we have no heart and no soul,

And the Devil is our Lord;

And with my Fallen Angel I fall –

We are living in fever of cold…