THE BLACK ROSE - L'Arc〜en〜Ciel

It's taste was sweet like summer wine, The heart that beats in double time. So he waltzed right in, he bowled you over, And you're still reeling from the feeling when he's gone. The door is closed, the lock is turned, And all the memories and letters have been burned. So when you pick the handsome flower Don't forget the thorn upon the rose! It's cut is deep and it's scar lasts forever, It follows love whereever love goes. Just how we fall it's hard to know When what we feel we seldom show. So we show the parts we feel are best, We squirm around the edges trying to cover up the rest. You think you know him and he thinks the same, When underneath it all it's just a crazy guessing game So when you pick the handsome flower Don't forget the thorn upon the rose! It's cut is deep and it's scar lasts forever It follows love whereever love goes. Win or lose it's just the same - Tears of joy tears of pain: They're hand in hand, they come as one You'll never see the moon without the promise of the sun! For all the bruises for all the blows - I'd rather feel the thorn than to never see the rose! So when you pick the handsome flower Don't forget the thorn upon the rose! It's cut is deep and it's scar lasts forever It follows love whereever love goes. It follows love whereever love goes.

We are the black rose Let no one doubt our course Rise up and let them feel our thorns And freedom will be ours We are the black-thorned rose Singing songs for the unsung Rise up and let them hear our roar The lowborn's day has come A flower shall grow where a peasant's blood flows Our lives they have taken all the seeds they have sold Rise up from the soil we till Rise up from the soil that they owe We are the black rose Let no one doubt our course Rise up and let them feel our thorns So freedom may be ours We are the black-thorned rose Singing songs for the unsung Rise up and let them hear our roar The lowborn's day has come For each rose they cut down Another will grow 'Til the land is covered with petals like snow No light in your castles, no light in your gold Our fight is undying Our truth will be told We are the black rose Let no one doubt our course Rise up and let them feel our thorns And freedom will be ours We are the black-thorned rose Singing songs for the unsung Rise up and let them hear our roar The lowborn's day has come We are the black-thorned rose Let our voice be our blade as one Rise up and let them feel our thorns The lowborn's day has come