As the Last of the Rose Petals Are Shattered
rose petals falling like rusted butterflies
no more songs shall fill the trenches tonight
our throats are all sore from the singing
we are left quenching with thirst
and we are dying without hope!
was all that we suffered but in vain
whom tomorrow would forget?
was all that we called culture, spirit and soul
all that was beautiful and sacred
nothing but a ghost long dead?
which only a few fool like us took for true and living
had it perhaps indeed never been true and living
had all that we poor fool bothered our heads about
been nothing but a phantom
I see rose petals falling .... everywhere
- 专辑：A Martyrium Of White Roses
- 歌手：Die Weisse Rose
- 歌曲：As The Last Of The Petals Are Shattered
