The rose in the rain like an old man bent
And the bell and the knell rang
In my ears
Hooked on the thorns some old scroll hung
With the last bleached words
Of a dying, dying man
Such a sordid vision
Is what we're going through
When even hope for hope
Has faded away
Far away behind the dreary vaults melt
In the tumorous ground
And the tortured, tortured ends
The rose dies and a bloody dew beeds
And the rain falls down
Down down down down down
Such a sordid vision
Is what we're going through
When even hope for hope
Has faded away
The rose has withered, the rain dried up for long
There's nothing to say about roses in the rain
No f*cking shit of rose or rain
Such a sordid vision
Is what we're going through
When even hope for hope
Has faded away