wandering alon inside the forest
a path forged by hate she walks
through the freezing, to feel her
kiss melting defences of her will.

grasp the rose and see the
sorrow hidden in this flower
the kiss of blood fills the goblet of
the sated mind in her hands are
thorns and on her face are her
blood red tears

watching as sorrow rises in her
mind like a witch hunt they seek
her out. holding out in the hollowed
tree i see her eyes fill
with tears

grasp the rose and see the
sorrow hidden in this flower
the kiss of blood fills the goblet
of the sated mind in her hands are
thorns and on her face are her
blood red tears

pull her away from ever lasting
shame and see her eyes
in relief madness seeks out
the love in her mind

grasp the rose and see the
sorrow hidden in this flower
the kiss of blood fills the goblet of
the sated mind in her hands are
thorns and on her face
are blood red tears