Sick Rose - Live

Oh, Rose, you are sick, the invisible worm
That flies in the night in the howling storm
Has found out the bed of the crimson joy
And his dark secret love does the life destroy

Every night and every morning
Some to misery are born
Every morning and every night
Some are born to endless night
Every night and every morning
Some to misery are born
Every morning and every night
Some are born to endless night

Some are born to endless night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
Some are born to sweet delight, hey-hey

Some are born to endless night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
Some are born to sweet delight

Every night and every morning
Some to misery are born
Every morning and every night
Some are born to endless night

Some are born to endless night
Some are born to sweet delight