Waiting on the edge of a dream washed in silver cloud
I stretch my hands out to catch the gently washing rain
Have you tasted diamonds? Devoured their essence?
The diamonds you find in the sky
Embrace this token rose of crimson red
Painted with the blood of my forsaken heart
Hold it ever close, this dying rose, this mark of death
The clouds they turn to black in the sunless sky
This blanket of dark sheathing the light
The rains cut deep and breach my veins
This nightmare lives because of my disease
Again I taste the diamonds
Embittered and acrid, they taste of death
And I can see that the rose has withered
The wasting of the petals is a mockery to my shame
Embrace this token rose of crimson red
Painted
