Black roses

Pour over my soul black roses
Those that are burnt by sun raises
With emitted eternal odors that hitteth the olfactory with doses
Let I smell the novelty of petals whilst they encloses...
... My statuary corpse that layeth in a sarcophagus striking poses

Pour over my soul black roses
Pour them like leaves departing from tree branches in Autumn
Swaying side to side imposed by the whistling winds forming rhythm
Let alone their scent be embraced by my phantom

Pour over my soul black roses
Let them fancy the grounds below six feet
As my heart pumps the last beat

Pour over my soul black roses
Pour them from dirt
As I shall return to dust