The Sick Rose - Sonne Hagal

O Rose, thou art sick

The invisible worm

That flies in the night

In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy

O Rose, thou art sick from the invisible worm

That flies in the night in the howling storm

Has found out thy bed of crimson joy and his dark secret love

Has found out thy bed of crimson joy and his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy

Does thy life destroy