thy will A thousand years gone by Too late to wonder why I'm here alone If in my darkest hour She rose that fell a flower I should have known Rose Rose Rose
will A thousand years gone by Too late to wonder why I'm here alone If in my darkest hour She rose that fell a flower I should have known Rose, Rose, Rose
Tradução: Emilie Autumn. Rose Red.
: Her name is Yoshimi she's a black belt in karate working for the city she has to discipline her body 'Cause she knows that it's demanding to defeat
often burnt] Die Hand, die - greifend nach dem Schonen - blutet von der Rose Dorn [The hand, that reached for the beauty - bled from the rose thorn]
of control She owns me I didn't know that She'd know She stoned me I think I've got it bad And I can't let it go I thought I knew me much better Autumn
: There is a wind where the rose was; cold rain where sweet grass was; and clouds like sheep stream o'er the steep grey skies where the lark was. Nought
: Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin But as the embers of the summer
: Oh, Mary was a maiden When the birds began to sing. She was sweeter than the blooming rose So early in the spring. Her thoughts were gay and happy
rose blooming wild And she already knew she was gonna die "What's tomorrow without you? Is this our last goodbye" She got weaker every day As the autumn
were never green Crumbles beneath the canopy Secretly Let's pretend we never touched the sugar Tonight, under rose You won't find another wheel to roll When autumn
trampled rose? In the muddy street with the fireworks and leaves A blind man with a cup I asked Would he sing 'Kisses Sweeter Than Wine' I know that rose
know that rose, Like I know my name The one I gave my love, It was the same Now I find it in the street, A trampled rose
: Autumn is kissing valleys and hills shy Falin welcome me old trees are speaking to the holy wind about ancient memories Sense of infinity prelude
: Silent dance with death. Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of Autumn. The blink of an eye, you know it's me. You keep the dagger close at hand
