Dying rose in a vase of gold   For someone who rains   And brings her to life again   Blood on your defeated leaves   And a tear for your arm   No soul to weep for here      Rain above here eyes never reached to make her blind   And the fire colored night   Tragedy by trust, lost her world to the pyre   And the fire wrote these lines      Seized to a world that´s built on lost   The dream has begun   To shate its silent touch   Her loving turned to dust   Frail in my hands, soul twisted out, crawling to the end…      Rain above her eyes never reached to make her blind   And the fire colored night   Tragedy by trust, lost her world to the pyre   And the fire wrote these lines.      Rain above her eyes never reached to make her blind   And the fire colored night   Tragedy by trust, lost her world to the pyre   And the fire wrote these lines.