Pale Flower Video (MV)

In twilight's grip, the pale flower stirs,
Its roots entwined with silent sepulchers.
Petals soft as whispers of the dead,
Bloom where only shades dare tread.
A blossom born from sorrow's soil,
A beauty cursed, forever loyal.
It drinks the tears of hollow night,
Blooming in darkness, veiled from light.
Mocked by life, yet drawn to the end,
It haunts the graves of forgotten friends.
A dance of death beneath the skies,
Unfurling where the lost one lies.
A blossom born from sorrow's soil,
A beauty cursed, forever loyal.
It drinks the tears of hollow night,
Blooming in darkness, veiled from light.
Ghostly bloom, both love and bane,
Bound to soil by darkened chains.
It rises still, in sorrow clad,
The final kiss of dreams gone bad.
A blossom born from sorrow's soil,
A beauty cursed, forever loyal.
It drinks the tears of hollow night,
Blooming in darkness, veiled from light.
Elle connaît bien tous ses trépassés !
Et, quand elle tue, elle sait qu'on l'aime...
- C'est la male-fleur, la fleur de bohème. -
Ici reviendra la fleurette blême.