"When I was born, I got lost in a parallel universe where the right and the wrong was only imagination ... and I know when I'm falling, I know when I am madly inside ... and now I need a cure : this moon was stained red, this moon was fouled ... "
If there is an antidote give me please, if I do not want to drink it bind me tight and throw me every drop in my throat ah ...
I want to heal, I'm dying I know ... What I need to tell me, what do I need?
I want to heal, I am not well and the weather holds me in a glass prison where slowly suffocate ...
I want to heal from anything that takes me to a glacier without brightness, ah I want to get well ...
We will give an antidote
But I can not, I can not make it, I want to throw the head into the sea,
I do not want to heal but I have to do it ...
Yhea cure me
Bury my damned soul
Ahhh give me an antidote, ahhh buried my mind bound by brambles ...
I want the blood of a blue rose, the moon, the moon, the blood of a blue rose on the moon, I want the blood of a blue rose on the moon ... Curatemi, I want the antidote ....
I Lick wounds and poisoned me more, I proceed into the woods in search of a help-water ... Bury My blank look, while I choke, suffocate while. Why must I be hypnotized by a mirage invented and nonexistent ?! Infilatemi in the mouth every drop of antidote, if there is .... I do I really need. My soul sold to an addiction sterile, ah my soul sold to an addiction sterile ... Imprisoned in the shadows of a forest suffocating linked from the branches that I shake my neck trying to escape, he tried to run away ... But it's all so useless ... I WANT FREEDOM, give me the antidote ... I breathe ... We will give an antidote... the more I try to run away, the more I tie here, let me go ... give me an antidote.
Yhea cure me
Bury my damned soul
Ahhh give me an antidote, ahhh buried my mind bound by brambles ...
I want the blood of a blue rose, the moon, the moon, the blood of a blue rose on the moon, I want the blood of a blue rose on the moon ... Curatemi, I want the antidote ....
"My care is the blood of a blue rose, caught by the moonlight ... a rose blossomed in the weeds: a rose that is not afraid ..."
