Dying rose in a vase of gold 
For someone who rains 
And brings her to life again 
Blood on your defeated leaves 
And a tear for your arm 
No soul to weep for here 

Rain above her eyes never reached to make her blind 
And the fire colored night 
Tragedy by [bad word]  lost her world to the pyre 
And the fire wrote these lines 

Seized to a world that´s built on lost 
The dream has begun 
To share its silent touch 
Her loving turned to dust 
Frail in my hands, soul twisted out, crawling to the end… 

Rain above her eyes never reached to make her blind 
And the fire colored night 
Tragedy by [bad word]  lost her world to the pyre 
And the fire wrote these lines. 

Rain above her eyes never reached to make her blind 
And the fire colored night 
Tragedy by [bad word]  lost her world to the pyre 
And the fire wrote these lines