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…}
