Everyone knows the night is darkest nearest the dawn;
a black rose that I mourn.
A cruel robe that is torn;
ending with a fire too bright to be warm.
The twist of fate,
that is too late,
with no time to waste…
But we; we know only hate.
But we; we know only hate.
Ending with a fire too bright to be warm.
And that black rose that I long for…
