گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
She was the thorn on the rose
She was the wicked in the dreams
She was the beauty (beauty)
And her funeral was like an angel's
They cried they mourned and screamed
Remembered a pale face
Her golden hair but her heart was made of stone
Like an angel's funeral
They sang for her
But I cursed her
I killed her
I put the dagger in her heart
Like she put it in my soul
My beautiful angel
Sleep now
Sleep now
This is your funeral
My beautiful angel
Sleep now
Sleep now
This is your funeral
She was the thorn on the rose
She was the wicked in the dreams
She was the beauty (beauty)
And her funeral was like an angel's
