Thorns Of A Black Rose

Passion has enslaved my heart and cursed my soul

How could I have known such a beautiful thing could be so cold?

I saw something that I'd never seen before

A flower so graceful yet cruel

invaded my heart with a violent storm

Black rose why do you pierce me with your thorns?

Black rose for you this poor soul was born

Black rose can't you see inside

this cold and shattered heart of mine?

Black rose you make torture into an art

when you drive your thorns right into my heart

Passion has enslaved my heart and cursed my soul

I should have known better than to touch the thorns of a black rose

A dream of two hearts as one almost came to be true

But what could have been love was destroyed by the wickedness that lives

Inside you