Xandria - Like a Rose on the Grave of Love

இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—Come like the duskLike a rose on the grave of loveYou are my lustLike a rose on the grave of loveI curse the day I first saw youLike a rose that is born to bloomDon't look at me the way you doLike the roses, they fear the gloomYour thorns, they kissed my bloodYour beauty heals, your beauty killsAnd who would know better than I do?Pretend you love me!Indeed, reality seems farWhen a rose is in love with youSlaves of our hearts, that's what we areWe loved and died where roses grewThey watched us silentlyA rose is free, a rose is wildAnd who would know better than I do?Roses are not made for love...