Like a Rose on the Grave of Love - Xandria

Come like the dusk

Like a rose on the grave of love

You are my lust

Like a rose on the grave of love

I curse the day I first saw you

Like a rose that is born to bloom

Don’t look at me the way you do Like the roses, they fear the gloom

Your thorns, they kissed my blood

Your beauty heals, your beauty kills

And who would know better than I do?