The roses...
They are crimson
When they bloom
But they too
Wither and die
Leaving only gloom

I take his milk-white hand
And he leads me to the night -
To the only thing that understands,
To the only thing that's right
The sorrow that is in my heart
Has finally found a mate -
He knows the darkness deep beneath
He recognizes my hate
Now my Love and I are one
And that we shall stay
Together we are the all of night
Together we are protection from the day

I smile no more
I laugh no more
I play no more
I sing no more
I fight no more
I care no more
I cry no more
I need no more
I want no more
I love no more
I am no more...
I am no more