Romantique Une Victoire

Rosemary lips bittered and browned
Laurels opposed on a desolate ground
Ashes once sifted, steamed fields of haze
Yellow death screaming from children ablaze

Canter through black rain, opposites high
Bury the cancelled under candy cane sky
Alas, dear Zelda I've appeared at your bed
Troubled my travels of brow-bearing dead

Lover and lifestyle to sweet nothing bliss
Resting my accent with a single grey kiss
Through turmoil and strife, there's profit in war
My country now rich, mon amoureux est mort