As cold as ice, your cries
I feel your breath, so cold
Why should we live
If the only pleasure
We will have
Is to die
Breeding the dark by nature
Calling thy name by the dark
Those whom even Satan detests
They touched your skin
They're accursed and shall die
Black Rose Of Doom
So beautiful, so deadly
Taking the mankind to death
Your poison runs through my veins
Your eyes burning with hate
Will pierce my heart
Black
Rose
Of doom
Will you stop the killing?
Will you let me alive?
Every time you talk to me
I feel like I'm about to die
I feel like I'm about to die.