Tireless is the strikes of my loyal white horse
Lightening speed, intense gaze
She’s set up for the war of roses
.
Ask me the goodness of the existence of this black rose
Indeed, as you assume now
No virtue improves her
No lesson teaches her
No religion refines her
.
Save the delicate exploitation for next time
Save the lies of humanity for the next time
Here comes the war of roses
.
No scar could be deeper
No life could be cheaper
It’s only strip men all his possessions, hopes, desires
He dares to revolt
.
You see the madness in the black rose?
She sees your ignorance in return
Seek inspiration?
It can only be found in total freedom, in absolute courage
.
Relentless is the strikes of my faithful white horse
Vigorous pursue, tender grin
She’s set up for the war of roses
.
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