Death is a black beauty with a red scythe
Standing far above us looking down on life
Mocking all who sees her as a bitter strife

To think that you were real
Dreaming up on that hill
My heart could not stay still
Seeing your sad tears spill

A dark moon rose in the cold autumn sky
As I spread my ghostly wings ready to fly
Leaving behind my cold body there to lie

As I kissed her she died
And her warmth left my side
Just leaving me behind
When our love was denied

I do not have such a happy story to tell
Just a deadly glory for an Angel who fell
And to save her again I´ll give my soul to sell
So let my black rose bloom as I sink down to hell

I do not have such a happy story to tell
Just a deadly glory for an Angel who fell
And to save her again I´ll give my soul to sell
So let my black rose bloom as I sink down to hell