Текст песни Roses

We are guided by the roses We don’t belong here, we grow faded We need comfort in the evening We don’t hate on men who long it Don’t take me on this war journey I am tired my feet give way to the Mud, the trees, the roots are angry Sky is bleeding grey with darkness Oh this land not mine it can’t be Mute, I'm silent guided by roses Oh the thorns they scratch the skin out Bleed them dry until the morning I am mute, guided by roses I am mute, I smell the roses Covering the flesh smell lingers Pour no love and death right at their door