Thorn roses grow in the moonlight
A simple prick of blood in the starlight
Poisoned by the stab it seemes
The night is cold with lies and steam
Thorn roses feel great sorrow
They want friends to see tomorrow
But the thorns of the roses hurt
And the roses roots are deep in the dirt
Roses grow all alone in the moonlight
One thorn is dangerous to any passerby
All roses look like they can hurt
But the roots are gold under the dirt