There is a rose in the Devil's garden. In shadow it grows alone. Many things are dangerous now. In this garden we call home. Be careful as you make your way. Some things are poison to the touch. You've spent your life here in this place. You long to run away so much
My love it is a black rose (my love it is a black rose). Held out to you by the hand of fate (held by the hand of fate now). And as this dark romance grows... It's not from the sun, but the starlight that's so far away. Above the Devil's garden.
The fertile soil of poisoned hearts. Fed by tears and nighttime rain. Under Transylvanian moon. Grows the flower bred from pain. Death is pure - life is not. So ask yourself, what do you want?As for me, well I want you. So pick the black rose and let its thorns cut you.
My love it is a black rose (my love it is a black rose). Held out to you by the hand of fate (held by the hand of fate now). And as this dark romance grows...It's not from the sun, but the starlight that's so far away. Above the Devil's garden.
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