Red Consolation

Duration

8:55

Genres

Metal

Description

Lyrics

You desire to prosper me, then, Asks the rose, In that case, Why do you drive me into the pits of despair, The fires of hate, And create for me nothing, But desolation, And the constant destruction, Of my dreams, Why did you enter my life at all, To uproot me as you did, Oh, beautiful rose, Answers the voice in the wind, It was in uprooting you, That I finally set you free, For you needed a new beginning, Your old roots were black, And you needed new ones, Alas, my only roots are still black, Counters the rose, And now they are dry as well, For you never blow in the rainclouds, To cover the sun for even a day, You only blow idly around, Torturing me with your carelessness, Beautiful rose, Says the voice in the wind, I did blow in the rainclouds, On the day that the desert disappeared, And how I wish that you had not, Mourns the rose, How I wish that I had lived, And died in my ignorant bliss, Bliss, which you steal from me, So often, And so thoroughly, Oh, that you had left me to rot happily, Then I would not know my misfortune, For I would not understand it, Now it seems you have stolen, Even my illusion of freedom, But, my rose, Says the voice in the wind, It was I who gave you your freedom, Though you did not see it, Where was it, then, Asks the rose, If I could not see it, Then how could it truly be mine, It is true, Answers the voice, That because you could not see it, You could never claim your freedom, To be your own, Instead you destroyed it, To my dismay, You cast it aside, Even when it was all around for you to see, You refused to, And made yourself blind, Really, Asks the rose, unbelieving, All I could see in the lush world, Was the cursed vine, And those who’s dreams he crushed, That, and my own misery, Yes, Answers the voice, In your misery that was all you could see, But beyond it there was far more to you, For, understand, beautiful rose, That roses are meant to become larger, And larger rose bushes, And bear fruit, In the garden of my master, All this you could be now, If not for your misery,