• Don't cry, My dearest friend,
    The world is turning grim...
    The rose, has a sweet sent,
    But also deadly thorns...
    When you, embrace the pain,
    Of the thorns in your soul
    We know that there is,
    No way out (No way out, No way out)
    Can we have freedom?
    Can we have freedom,
    From the dark truth of our saddening past?
    I edmire that your,
    Not as evil as you seem...
    So, open your eyes...
    And let the rose Escape
    Let the rose escape
    Use the sands of time,
    and turn your fate around...
    And if we become stronger then ever,
    Fate wont stand a chance!