Scarlet now the color of blood

Ripped from the ground

With selfish thoughtsOh the dying sound

Cutting away every single thorn

Without a feeling of mourn

Craving roses, greedy and cruel

Oh I′m coming for you

Roses, wandering free

Oh which one will it be

Scarlet once the color of

Sweet smelling petals

Now drained from all scent

Waiting for the bitter end

With a low and humble bow

You are all mine now

Craving roses, greedy and cruel

Oh I'm coming for you

Roses, wandering free

Oh which one will it be

Roses, greedy and cruel

Oh I′m coming for you

Roses, wandering free

Oh which one will it be

And then at last

Preserved and dry pressed

Forever lasting, dried out and dead

Forever lasting, dried out and dead

Craving roses, greedy and cruel

Oh I'm coming for you

Roses, greedy and cruel

Oh I'm coming for you

Roses, wandering free

Oh which one will it be

Roses, greedy and cruel

Oh I′m coming for you

Roses, wandering free

Oh which one will it be

Which one will it be