Besedila:
Bride Thorns

out, she feels the pain of a broken heart She hurts so bad she feels the pain of a broken heart The black rain falls, the river runs red Like a crown of thorns

broken heart The black rain falls the river runs red Like a crown of thorns to her pretty little head The black rain falls the riiver runs red Like a crown of thorns

you are a shining light You lit a torch in the empty night Yeah, you are a shining light Yeah, you light up my life You've always been a thorn in their

powerful rain, they laid down their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns

has thorns and she scars and she will leave her mark (And she hopes that somewhere along the line she might find) She's the wild one, she's the wild bride

hey my friend, Whose hands are on the wheel. Are they taking you for a ride Or are you just too numb to feel The knives in your back The thorn

the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go. The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn

you're still dropping bombs from a plane that went down in the civil war drive the nails, drive them hard, peace turns to war again crown of thorns,

bleeding From black stars in crimson rain Seasons blend in cold arms dying Light my way through the weeping veil Violet seas, autumn bride we sail Kiss