Letras:
Dark At Dawn Thorn Of A Rose

My finger bleeds as a thorn pricks it She hurts others for not being hurt herself ...Hurt herself Wounds heal and you'll see That a rose is not only

sleep. It was a particular day, unlike too many others when I plucked up courage and rose from my prison bed. Oh, there was heard a familiar sound

' right; in the year of the Troglodyte Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm And I know you was hopin

clasp of pain In a dark lowland that set bad blood in veins Burning, like penal fires roused to strain The jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses The golden dawn

Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms wrung' Ebon nemesis, slain jericho's stone Has built thee a marbled stair By candlelight to

That poured from parapets to the pits below Drowning in the past A wretched scream like yesterday Died at last With the rising of the revenant dark

- in the year of the dropper tight Saw a grey mouse rabied poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm And I know you was hopin

Under the Fullmoon a Funeral In the Forest Still I walk with open wounds but the Third is now rising Through the ashes of a Dying Love a new soul is

'Cause honey, you can't have the 60s Without the Vietnam War And honey you can't have a Rose Without the thorn And when you're dancing To the old tunes At