Preserved Roses Songtext
von Blackbriar

Scarlet now the color of blood
Ripped from the ground
With selfish thoughts
Oh the dying sound
Cutting away every single thorn
Without a feeling of mourn

Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I′m coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be

Scarlet once the color of
Sweet smelling petals
Now drained from all scent
Waiting for the bitter end
With a low and humble bow
You are all mine now


Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be
Roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I′m coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be

And then at last
Preserved and dry pressed
Forever lasting, dried out and dead
Forever lasting, dried out and dead

Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I'm coming for you

Roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I'm coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be
Roses, greedy and cruel
Oh I′m coming for you
Roses, wandering free
Oh which one will it be
Which one will it be