Passion has enslaved my heart and cursed my soul

        How could I have known such a beautiful thing 

        could be so cold?

        

        I saw something that I'd never seen before

        A flower so graceful yet cruel 

        invaded my heart with a violent storm

        

        Black rose why do you pierce me with your thorns?

        Black rose for you this poor soul was born

        Black rose can't you see inside 

        this cold and shattered heart of mine?

        Black rose you make torture into an art 

        when you drive your thorns right into my heart

        

        Passion has enslaved my heart and cursed my soul

        I should have known better 

        than to touch the thorns of a black rose

        

        A dream of two hearts as one almost came to be true

        But what could have been love was destroyed

        by the wickedness that lives

        Inside you