Thus the truth sets free
Amidst the grief and pleas
Flowered monsters, lost in the debris
Displaced from all time
The piercing ring of bells
Reborn to a coldhearted world
These wings carry my will to end
In dusk devotion gently unfolds
Those from the past whisper from distant dreams
They hold dear a precious longing for a new time
Flower, blackest blight
Sings of tarnished white
Within blindness, blooming, undue new life
Flower, blackest blight
In the dark of night
Forlorn songs of angels, cry of the end of time
Thus the truth sets free
That cold song that shall be
Dancing in a woeful nightmare
Having nothing to weigh my worth
I run from crimson forests calling
This flower which bore dark blood
Shall ne'er sing of the past
As I will forget these somber memories
Flower, blackest blight
Sings a song of plight
Bitter are those prayers now drenched in blood
Flower, blackest blight
Is the song of might
that will sound a day in which all shall disappear
Ruin befalls here
Fate will soon recall
Worlds shatter to pieces, dreams will endure
A cycle of pain
Petals must be slain
[Song of the black flower, will soon be quelled at last]
{Song of the black flower, let me be free at last}
