Death In June — Torture By Roses lyrics

Lyrics

Lost the will?
A germ in foreign blood
A glimmer of the past
Power and misery
Pathetic whore
To the ignorance of life
This is the best
It will ever be Think of the things
That will never be Sorrow, the empty well?
Hollow and useless
Consume to the inside
Something I will not hide
My love wilts on My comrade in tragedy
This is the best
It will ever be Think of the things
That will never be Your image is burnt
You are dead
You are nothing
Yes, I love you