Black Rose
Volbeat Lyrics


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Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along

Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery

Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

No more broken dreams I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery

Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to me

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you oh oh oh

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you oh oh oh

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over that thing called love

So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
(Oh oh oh oh)

Please let it grow, where it belongs
There in the dark where the shadows are born
Leave it alone




I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom
'Cause I know, the black rose will find its home

Overall Meaning

Volbeat’s “Black Rose” is a song that carries a lot of emotion and meaning. The song speaks to the point in life where one has become self-destructive and is counting down the days until it’s over. The singer sings about feeling rich, feeling poor, and feeling nothing more, as if he's struggling to find fulfillment in anything. He talks about leaving his heart on the shelf for too long and being sick and tired of picking it up from the dirty floor. The line of snakes that came to him represents the people in his life who he trusted and who had let him down.


The black rose is a symbol of hope in this song. The singer explains that the black rose will find its way to redeem and blossom, and it will do it in the darkness where shadows are born. The song speaks of a time when life was innocent, and good memories were tasted. The bag full of hope is something that was only shared between the singer and the person he is singing to, and he wants it to grow where it belongs, in the darkness, waiting to redeem itself. The final line when he says “counting days 'til it's over, that thing called love,” signifies the end of a relationship, maybe a toxic one, and he is just counting down until it ends.


Line by Line Meaning

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
Awaiting the end, till it's all over, my companions.


'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Chant together till the finale of the event, my companions.


Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Experiencing the emotional highs and lows, yet devoid of any feeling ultimately.


Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Exhibiting self-sabotaging tendencies, amidst rapid emotional fluctuations.


Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
Disregard her words, even if she seems to be speaking the truth.


She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Searching for agony and suffering, stirring it like a meal.


Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Ignored and neglected my heart, for an extended period of time.


Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
Exhausted and fed up, retrieving the broken pieces of oneself.


I saw the line of snakes that came to me
Observing the deceitful individuals approaching me.


So innocent were the days
The past was considerably more untainted and pure.


The taste of good memories
Recalling the sweetness of the treasured moments.


A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
A sac brimming with optimism, only shared between us.


No more broken dreams I feel like a loaded gun
No shattered aspirations anymore, I feel prepared for action.


Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Aiming at your strong mental fortitude with my assaults.


Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Unable to collect thoughts, communicate, and execute effectively.


Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I
The physician himself is unwell, same as you and me.


Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
Eagerly anticipating the finale, till it's all over, my companions.


'Til it's over, my friends count along
Chant in unison until the end, my companions.


'Til it's over that thing called love
Continuing until the end, the love that's gradually fading.


Please let it grow, where it belongs
Allow it to develop naturally, where it's supposed to.


There in the dark where the shadows are born
At the dark places, where the gloomy thoughts originate.


Leave it alone
Abstain from meddling with it.


I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom
Positive that it will recover, and blossom eventually.


'Cause I know, the black rose will find its home
Because I'm confident that the black rose will locate its true purpose.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MICHAEL POULSEN

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@derkaderka3034

I just found Volbeat last year, I really love this band. Great music. I cannot wait to hear more from them!!!
So many people posting wrong lyrics to this song, lol. Here you go.

Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends
’Til it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends
‘Til it’s over, my friends, count along

Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says
She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery

Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

No more broken dreams
I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says
She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery

Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Can’t call the doctor, he’s as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to me

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

Counting days ‘til it’s over, my friends
‘Til it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends
‘Til it’s over, my friends count along

Counting days ‘til it’s over, my friends
’Til it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends
‘Til it’s over that thing called love

So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

Please let it grow, where it belongs
There in the dark where the shadows are born
Leave it alone. I’m sure it will find its way
to redeem and blossom
‘Cause I know, the black rose will find its home



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