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 soul of yours Because your soul 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 thorn you hurt so deep While harvesting on your death field With honesty justice and dignity you can't turn your roses red Roses are black roses for you today