Black rose a close friend
I was with her till the end
Hanging by a thread to life
The young don’t go gracefully

No stoic older life
What a pale and terrible sight
The hopelessness of it all
It’s so overwhelming

At death we sit at the bitter table
Surrounded by faceless company
And life has lost sweetness

At death we sit at the bitter table
Surrounded by faceless company
Yet every eye is full of pity

I’ll lay a single black rose at your grave
I’ll lay a single black rose at your grave
I’ll lay a single body at your grave
Convulsing despairingly