The instinct calls the sweet voice of the heart
The starved me smiled to that game hiding the fangs
Come on, give colour with the nice blood
This world opens the white doors to the rational senses
Looking for the roses that go flowing in the white chalk walls
The stupid person still has hesitation towards my contract
Come on, give colour with the nice blood
This world that goes to the rational senses
Tearing to pieces the white bodies
The sublime symphony of the rose's colour
Dances elegantly with the conductors' baton of sadness
The fate is a rhapsody of darkness
Revolving the arms around this back
In this little memories they play
At the ball, wearing a nice dress
The aristocrats dance and sing
Not affected by the meaning of that blood either
The sublime symphony of the rose's colour
Dances elegantly with the conductors' baton of sadness
The fate is a rhapsody of darkness
Revolving the arms around this back
In this little memories a rhapsody goes playing
Come on, now give colour with the nice blood to everything
Finishing dyeing to the world of roses
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