The Dear Hunter - Blood Of The Rose

Dance, dance your decay
All the while, unknowing that you're led astray
Sleep, sleep through your woe
While your voice slowly withers and melts away.

Sing, sing unto me
The pleasure and the pain
Reveal to me
The reasons my love's not in vain.

Sangre, sangre de la rosa
Sigue en paz sin el pasado
Rese, rese por su alma
Ella morira en el bautismo del fuego.

Sing, sing unto me
The pleasure and the pain
Reveal to me
The reasons my love's not in vain.

The world burns but still we breathe
The iron chambered hearts a sieve
That shifts through honest elegance
And suffers from the wrong defense.

The world burns but still we breathe
The iron chambered hearts a sieve
That sifts through honest elegance
And suffers from the wrong defense.