Some black roses on the floor 
And gliding petals on the river 
Your tears are so cold 
They‘re twisting streams on your pale skin 

But once you had a red rose on your hands 
And spread its seeds away while hoping they’d blossom red 
Sound and safe from that tainted soul of yours 

Because your soul is black you fear the sun, wind and rain 
And would never let them to shine, blow or fall on your grave 
So the red roses are black for you today 

Some black roses on the floor 
And drips of blood on your fingers 
With every thorn you hurt so deep 
While harvesting on your death field 

With honesty justice and dignity you can’t turn your roses red 

Roses are black roses for you today