Once upon a time there was a child
Surrounded by black night
The fear was oh so severe
The head was bent - No hope was left
She asked herself “Does this have to be?”
But who will relief her from this pain

And deep inside there she could feel it
The white rose – Was about to blossom in her heart
She stood up and raised her hand
So death came upon unable to resist her

Ever after night was horrified
That anyone can defend oneself
So I ask you my dearest friend
Are you prepared to fight at my side

Because deep inside there I can feel it
The white rose – Is about to blossom in my heart
I raise my hand and reach out to you
Unified in mind we offer resistance

But I wonder my old friend
Would you be willing to die

Because deep inside can you now feel it
The white rose – Is about to blossom in your heart
But you are courageous and put up a fight
Or this was way oh way too long ago