Black Rose - Piers Faccini

I was the skin for your thorns

The pale light for your bloom

Black rose

I was the blood for your earth

The twilight in your poison

Black rose

Across the mark of unlit roads black rose

I wait for you where no one goes black rose

I was the undecided conscience borne

The fragment of a shattered sun black rose

I was the last of the good

You have left me without name black rose

I loved and I love you still

I want you but I have lost my will