The final count down, soon it'll be my time,
My only thoughts are of you, my rose...
Oh promises, promises that were left behind.
Thoughts of a life, a love, a tragic time.
Instead of the sun, I was granted the night
I moved with the moon,
denied by the light.
Oh promises, promise of a forgotten song,
You once sang to me,
In a time I once was in love.
The rose it beats red
Like your heart I knew,
In a time, a tragic time, I loved you.
I took a chance, your warmth I felt,
The beating heart in your chest,
The graceful pace of your breath,
The very spark of your soul,
Illuminating my world, granting me light, my very own to hold.
Your eyes how they told, every story of my soul,
I couldn't forget them if I could.
“Steady” you said, the rose so red “For I have wept many times by hansom men”
I would mend her heart, be true in the end.
Little did I know, it was your blood that would stain my hands,
Now I weep, within this dungeon cell,
The cold floor beneath me,
My own personal hell.
Oh promises, promises of song long forgotten,
Of the life, the love, the tragic time,
When I found you, my love, my wife.
The count down begins, the moment of the end.
A paradise lost, the end of a dream.
Here I'll die by filthy hands,
My only salvation is hope,
Hope I will find you, again.