Swot Analysis For Beauty Saloon

Rose of death

I walked through the streets, my tears with blood
my hands from knives are the witnesses of my anger
my cries fully silence the lack
every word and the souls of the victims complain every murder
and I go disappear through the streets in silent shrine in
the dark and be all alone
be there I will free myself from earthly goods and
aufgehn in death as in a fiery blaze
I forget memory and draw the sword
I check the blade to its value
in anticipation of death I'm there
and wait in silence on the death of the first word
and my tears are like beads of blood
I wear them as jewelry, they reflect my anger
these bloody tears them apart, now my grave
since falling out of the darkness a rose down

Rose of death, drops of blood
dreams about dying, life and courage
strength to fight, and again no more
a heart full of longing and yet so empty.
Rose of death, bouquets of red
black instead of life, hopes dead
dark dreams, despair and pain
and again this longing in the heart.

I walk through the streets, this rose in your hand
bloody rain has burned my hand
the beauty of the Rose leads me into the darkness of death by
portal
outside of time where I will be receiving the death of his black
he hands me his hand and he leads me into
he dresses in tears in the pearls of my blood
and forges a chain in the love of my courage
then he takes me over and creates me a grave
and we walk together in the halls down
where we wait in silence until the end of the night
and I wear the chain he made for me
and the rose of death, little pearl of my happiness
remains as the last witness of my tears
bloodier than it is today only a drop on the ground floor
blood-soaked rock.

Rose of death, drops of blood
dreams of dying, of life and courage
strength to fight, and again no more
a heart full of longing and yet so empty.
Rose of death, bouquets of red
black instead of life, hopes dead
dark dreams, despair and pain
and again this longing in the heart.
Rose of death, silver sheen
bloody swords, my blood alone
broken souls, screaming pain
love dying, dying heart
Rose of death, drops of blood
cup of sorrow, anger
silver beads are tears, blood, the substance
and I will carry, at the last dance.