Violets for a Dead Girl - Chamber - L'Orchestre De Chambre Noir

Don’t stray from the path

The good people say

Well, she never did

But in a dark grove she lay

The snow, it was falling

As a stranger passed by

And gazed right into

Her lifeless, little eyes

There was something about her

The good people say

Rumours start spreading

Once started, they’ll stay

She went with the wolves

A whisper goes round

That her pale skin was ripped and torn

The night she was found

And on her bare breast

A frozen flower lay

It was a violet

That’s what people say

Violets were your favourite flowers

You always smiled when I

Gave them to you

Now I stand at your grave

Trembling for hours

My numb hands clutch

At frozen flowers

But flowers won’t do

No more smile comes from you…

She was that kind of woman

Man loves to adore

But her tender kisses

Left me longing for more

I try to be humble

The best that I can

But there is a wolf

Hiding in every man.

It lies there waiting

And when time is right

Love turns to hunger

In a dark grove at night.

What difference does it make

If you run, scream or cry?

When a wolf has scented blood

All that’s left is to die…

Even if I placed a violet

Into a cold hand

Some things had to happen

There’s no way to pretend

Violets were your favourite flowers

You always smiled when I

Gave them to you

Now I stand at your grave

Shaking for hours

My numb hands clutch

At frozen flowers

Violets, your favourite flowers

You always smiled when I

Gave them to you

Now I stand at your grave

And grief devours

What’s left of my soul

And the frozen flowers

Those flowers won’t do

No more smile comes from you…