A white rose for the purest soul
I am walking in the snow
Between graves and tombs
I can't see anymore
My broken heart leading me to you
No, not to you
To the marble grave where you lie
Your beauty will never fade
To my heart you were wringed
I hold a white rose in my hand
Its thorns ripping at my skin
Dark crimson on my fingers
Chill running down my spine
You were my light
And you wasted away
This rose in my hand…
Do you remember my love?
The first time I saw you ?
You held white roses
Just like this one
One rose for the birth of our love
White, an echo to your purity
With one rose our love will lie
White, echo of the snow on your grave
How can such a fragile flower
Bring so much memories
Into my tormented mind ?
I cried for you
Hoping to see your smile once again
In this snow white rose
No comfort came
I lay this rose on your grave
Will it wither one day ?
Or will the chill of my sorrow
Keep the horror of decay
Away from it, forever ?
White rose, purity
Your face, haunting me
In the shadow I shall rest
Now that I left to you
The remaining of my love for you
This one is for you, my angel
Ice-white flower on your grave
This rose will never fade
Nor will your angel-face
In my heart it will be saved
And dearly guarded
Away from the misery of this world...