Scarlet now the color of blood
Cutting away every single thorn
Without a feeling of mourn
Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Scarlet once the color of
Now drained from all scent
Waiting for the bitter end
With a low and humble bow
Craving roses, greedy and cruel
Preserved and dry pressed
Forever lasting, dried out and dead
Forever lasting, dried out and dead
Craving roses, greedy and cruel