O rose thou art sick The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling stormHas found out thy bed Of crimson joy And his dark secret love Does thy life destroyIn thy bed of crimson joyFor thy body is his refuge He'll be a grateful visitor But do not try to tame him For he's so voraciousThough thy body is his refuge He'll never be thy prisoner O nature thou art so cruel To make us feel desireFeel pain Feel anger, disgust and despair Feel shame Feel agony and lust
