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