Rose rose rose red, will I ever see thee wed?
 I will marry at thy will, sir, at thy will.
 Ding dong, ding dong, wedding bells on an April morn
 Carve thy name on a moss covered stone, on a moss covered stone.

Rose rose rose red, she has fought and she has bled
 Waging war on a hundred worlds, on a thousand battleground.
 Open fire, open fire, turn your home to a funeral pyre,
 All she knows is pain and death and a moss-covered stone.

Rose rose rose red, eternity shall see her dead
 Always marching on to fight to another bitter end.
 Open fire, open fire, the flames of war can still burn higher
 Carve that as your epitaph on your moss covered stone.
 [bad word] 
Rose rose rose red, will I ever see thee wed?
 I will marry at thy will, sir, at thy will.
 Ding dong, ding dong, wedding bells on an April morn
 Carve thy name on a moss covered stone, on a moss covered stone.