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Death is a black beauty with a red scythe Standing far above us looking down on life Mocking all who sees her as a bitter strife To think that you were real Dreaming up on that hill My heart could not stay still Seeing your sad tears spill A dark moon rose in the cold autumn sky As I spread my ghostly wings ready to fly Leaving behind my cold body there to lie As I kissed her she died And her warmth left my side Just leaving me behind When our love was denied I do not have such a happy story to tell Just a deadly glory for an Angel who fell And to save her again I'll give my soul to sell So let my black rose bloom as I sink down to hell I do not have such a happy story to tell Just a deadly glory for an Angel who fell And to save her again I'll give my soul to sell So let my black rose bloom as I sink down to hell Aus Songtexte Mania