As cold as ice, your cries
I feel your breath, so cold
Why should we live

If the only pleasure
We will have
Is to die


Breeding the dark by nature
Calling thy name by the dark

Those whom even Satan detests
They touched your skin
They're accursed and shall die


Black Rose Of Doom
So beautiful, so deadly

Taking the mankind to death

Your poison runs through my veins

Your eyes burning with hate
Will pierce my heart


Black
Rose
Of doom


Will you stop the killing?
Will you let me alive?

Every time you talk to me
I feel like I'm about to die


I feel like I'm about to die.