When I first did this:

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  Death's Weeping Rose

  by CIEIRMusic

  Thought I'd do a Gothic Rock song on this.

  Song

  General Rock

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While I loved the result, I felt like something was missing. So I added Lyrics. Using what I did to make Light Harmony I created singers and backup singers. The singers representing the Rose's victims. While the Backups represented the Rose itself.

Lyrics:

Victim:

What is this rose doing here.

Growing out of snow this year.

It's winter yet here it sprouts out.

So beautiful. Alluring.

It is red as blood. Yet it's stem is black

with sharp thorns out.

Nothing like I have seen before.

It so unique. What is it.

I just want to pick it up.

Put it in my vase and stare.

It's look is so hypnotizing

I must have it. Oh no.

Ow.

I cut my thumb on the thorn.

It hurts so fucking very much.

Yet I see no blood come out.

Nothing but a small hole.

Damn.

I notice some drips come off.

I assumed it was just dew.

Mixed with the small cells of petals.

But I now know it's blood.

No.

Is this rose bleeding out? No.

It seems to come only in drips.

Making a small puddle in the snow.

Looks like tears. To me.

I just realized now that the rose is not even bleeding.

It's weeping tears of blood in front of me.

What did I do wrong?

I heard a legend. Before about a rose like this one.

It said who touch the thorns is marked for death.

It's cries warning you.

This can't be happening to me.

I'm to young to die out now.

There's so much I wanted to learn.

See and feel in life.

Why?

The hole is infected now.

Spreading out all over me.

My veins and arteries are turning black.

Like the rose stem. No.

My joints start to stiff. Oh no.

I can barely move from my spot.

My heart is beating rapidly.

Trying to keep alive.

My vision begins to fade

All I see is darkness now.

Yet I see something moving to me.

Glowing bright. Beauty.

Woah.

Is this what Death looks like now.

It's a sight to behold for me.

I should be scared yet I find it so

beautiful. To me.

It explains what I did wrong.

I grabbed one of it's Weeping Rose.

Had I touched a better spot it would not hurt so bad now.

Death opens her arms to me.

Telling me it's over soon now.

I accept her loving embrace.

Time for me to.

Die now.

My heart finally stops now.

My body ceases to live out.

I shall walk into the mystery.

With my new guide. Death.

If you see a rose like this.

Do not put your hands around it.

No matter how beautiful it looks.

You will die. From it.

Do not look at it. Walk off.

Do not even smell it. Because.

It will do anything to kill you.

Please take good. Care now.

Deaths weeping rose grows near the

places where our time is up now.

Drawing it's victims closer to it.

It hungers, for us.

Should you not resist it's charms.

Try your best to die painlessly.

You don't want to know what those thorns do.

They are real. Painful.

Do not go anywhere near them.

Don't be fooled by their pleasant scent.

Do not even think about them.

Do not try to touch or grab them.

If you see it run away now.

If you touch it. Not by the thorns.

If you see Death don't be scared now.

She is there to comfort you too.

Accept her embrace and rest in peace.

Rose:

Don't look. Don't Touch.

Don't Smell. Don't Think.

I will. Kill You.

You fool. You soul.

You're a corpse.