歌词
A flower so tender
that longs to be hurt
So scarlet and slender
it blossoms in dirt
Seductive and feral
so perfect in thorns
One kiss by its prickle
and hope is forlorn
That roses conquer
the yarns did not teach
But rousing and violent
are kisses that breach
Provoked by enlightenment
the siege has begun
A triumph of passion
a war to be won
Intrigued by its beauty
compelled by its smell
The scent of its petals
like whispers from hell
The conduct of warfare
extends through the night
The blitzkrieg of roses
resolves in delight
A flower so tender
that conquers by force
Seduction through conquest
by roses at war
So tender yet forceful
the flower proceeds
To harvest its victims
in search to be pleased
Sweet blossom of conduct
disposed to prevail
Advancing with triumph
to vanquish avail
The warfare of roses
sustained by the truth
Both pleasure and violence
are there to be used
It knows not its beauty
it tries not to dream
So perfect in silence
it yearns to be seen
It wants to be picked
and compelled to believe
That love and submission
are hers to receive
Intrigued by its beauty
compelled by its smell
The scent of its petals
like whispers from hell
The conduct of warfare
extends through the night
The blitzkrieg of roses
resolves in delight
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