Countess - The Silent Rose Of Sin

She was so beautiful Her memory still haunts me She was so innocent I will never again be free I still see her lovely face I still see the gentle curve of her hips I still feel the touch of her soft, milk-white skin Every time again when there's blood on my lips Every time again when there's blood on my lips... Dusk has arrived yet another time I awake and leave my coffin In the dark I hear an old bell chime Sip from a chalice drained from a virgin Countless centuries ago I burnt the rose But it has forever stayed with me Symbol of the happiness to which I came so close Alas, I now know I never ever will be free Was it a gift of pure love, or only a whim? It was a present of a treacherous kind Transformed into a token of sin Nevermore to fade from my tortured mind The rose still fills the castle's dark wing Fear, respect and wealth have been my toll But its vague images still are disturbing Is some spark of light still hidden in my soul? I have served Him very long and very well But once there must have been another path Since then I've gone too far on the road to Hell To be able to stray from the way of wrath Even if I could I would still not betray Though thus I will never enjoy peace of mind But I know I am destined to go this way And on the opposite path only lies I'd find But still the rose keeps haunting me I am sure it'll never ever go away I must carry it's burden for all eternity Most horrible while asleep during the day