O rose thou art sick From the invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy Does thy life destroy Does thy life destroy Does thy life destroy
O rose thou art sick From the invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy Does thy life destroy Does thy life destroy Does thy life destroy