Crimson stains Of my remains Ashes of past desires Are given unto you Weep not For finally I shall do you some good Scatter me in the garden And as life begins anew And seasons change to spring The heavens may water the gardens My ashes shall make the future bloom And so when you see the perfect red rose Crucify me once more Pluck this flower And breathe the fragrance of my love I am the red rose of eternity