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
