White Roses

Who living in the light
Don’t see what’s hide in the darkness
However, who lives in deep shadows
Sees clearly that lives in the light

When the wound is open
Will be filled with imperfect feelings
The poor fool is shown
And the loner becomes lost

When the wound is open
Will be filled with imperfect feelings
The weak fool is shown
And the loner becomes lost

While alive
My comptemt
When cold
White roses

While alive
My comptemt
When cold
White roses

How to love the light that blind us?
How to fight for that night?
How to love the light that blind us?
How to fight for that night?
Bring us the true light of the dawn

Wise or not
Mistake after mistake
Sinking, slowly and painfully
In the abyss if himself
In a melancholic dark valley
Where to distinguish light from darkness
It is a bale for those condemned to oblivion

A foolish marionette
Vulgar himself
A God without a name
A hero without honor
Praying to die

While alive
My comptemt
When cold
White roses

While alive
My comptemt
When cold
White roses

How to love the light that blind us?
How to fight for that night?
How to love the light that blind us?
How to fight for that night?
Bring us the true light of the dawn