The scent of roses And the Thom Bird is singing
United in suffering
Blood trickles from my wounds
The stigma of my greed
The artificial rose never dies
But I'm ravished by the wild rose
It smells most beatiful
When it's dying
My private Heaven
My private Lake of Tears
My private Temple
Of Crystal Ice
At the Edge Of Sanity
I've built the Castle Of Sand
Trying to hide
In depth of soul
A shred of mortality
Is unavailing
Fear will find it
Bitter rain falls down
From the clouds of my eyes
I've found purpose in my life
To be always in motion
