I'm bringing back to you
The gift you gave to me...

The love for a precious gold
By the King is now forbidden...

The blood that drips
Down off the white rose...

Cuts down through her wrists,
The blood flows ever softly...

As I am once again depressed,
I reflect upon all confessed...

I can see the near damnation of my future.
I can see the role of fate as I whisper ta her...

I've been forced to live in the shadows
To life in solitude for all time that follows for...

This is a fact
I don't know how to act...

I walk alone in my garden of sorrow
I walk yesterday, today, tomorrow...

Feelings of great anger
Before feelings of regret...

October is as blue as the moon.
November is red like the blood that flows from my...

I know what I'm tryin' ta say,
But I don't know how ta say it...