Chorus: From all the pain we were born again innocent and brave yet too afraid let us bleed, together in autumn's embrace
Seasons changing, taking shape light on the moors upon await for a darkness to be a moment's strange. There's no more time for reasoning as we bleed by the kiss of dead light the moment we hold dear.
Chorus
Red like the rose is the pain the symbol of our endeavour the flow within our souls This time when we burn the bridges, there's no turning back deep red flow seals us deep