The rose, the rose, the red, red rose.
He gave me a rose, my lover, my prey.
He gave me a rose for Valentine’s Day.
The rose, the rose, the red, red rose.
Like velvet so soft, on my lover’s skin.
Like velvet it smooths, so thin, so thin.
The rose, the rose, the blood red rose.
The thorn so fine, so sharp and fine.
To bring to my lips his blood like wine.
The rose, the rose, the bloody red rose.
Like paint on his lips, my lips hold the stain.
The rose a brush dipping paint from his vein.
The rose, the rose, the lovely red rose.
His gifts to me, I draw on his flesh.
His blood and his life, to use as I wish.
The rose, the rose, my blood-soaked rose.
He gave me a rose, my lover, my prey.
He gave me a rose on Valentine’s Day.