Flower, blackest blight, sings of tarnished white

Within blindness, blooming, undue new life

Forlorn songs of angels, cry of the end of time

Branching time, endless sorrow, beyond fate, in this silence

Claws of white, newborn light, strong and right, rise now

I have known wayward winds, ever lost, I fade into daybreak

A wandering soul, howls to the sky, forever through ages

Oh, may sleep come to take you. Death leaves you cold. Life laid to waste, wretches gave haste, damned are they now

Desecrated minds, figments of grief and lies

Flowered monsters, hear these faint cries

Flower, blackest blight, sings a song of plight

Bitter are those prayers now drenched in blood

[Flower, blackest blight, songs of crimson sight

Flames redemptive seize it, till then it claims this eye]

{Flower, blackest blight, is the song of might

that will sound a day in which all shall disappear…}