Some black roses on the floor   And gliding petals on the river   Your tears are so cold    They 're twisting streams on your pale skin      But once you had a red rose on your hands   And spread its seeds away while hoping they'd blossom red   Sound and safe from that tainted sould of yours      Because your sould is black you fear the sun, wind and rain   And would never let them to shine, blow or fall on your grave    So the red roses are black for you today      Some black roses on the floor   And drips of blood on your fingers    With every torn you hurt so deep   While harvesting on your death field      With honesty justice and dignity you cant turn your roses red      Roses are black roses for you today