| Valentine Lyrics: S. Manteuffel My flowers spring forth From a frozen ground From roots made of anger From beneath the scorched earth The stipe is a spiked club With leaves of razor blades With blossoms of barbwire And with petals made of broken glass The scent of the blooms Is fatal poison gas And the farina seems Like deadly hand grenades Such are my flowers My bouquet of roses For every foe I know For almost everyone I know |