Dajmonion 歌词

The scent of roses And the Thom Bird is singing United in suffering Blood trickles from my wounds The stigma of my greed The artificial rose never dies But I'm ravished by the wild rose It smells most beatiful When it's dying My private Heaven My private Lake of Tears My private Temple Of Crystal Ice At the Edge Of Sanity I've built the Castle Of Sand Trying to hide In depth of soul A shred of mortality Is unavailing Fear will find it Bitter rain falls down From the clouds of my eyes I've found purpose in my life To be always in motion The rose may wither But you cannot keep its smell Please put one red wild rose on my grave...