Birth By Death:
There is a Sanctuary.
Hidden.
Veiled from the deceitful eyes of man.
Blessed by the sands of ages long past.
In this place hides a secret.
A holy vestige of salvation and birth by death.
Kingdoms and nations have fallen before it.
Deep within this garden of the dead and dying doeth it spring forth.
From out of the cursed soil of ash and snow does bloom.
Out of the shadows shines forth its soothing glow.
Radiant and warm like the touch of Moon Light's Kiss.
Let no man defile its virgin purity least all life and all hearts be extinguished.
Doors and Demons protect the path to its cursed haven.
Where no man may enter accept in death to retrieve what in life cannot be reached.
The power to save.
In one hand.
The to destroy in the other hand.
Both it holds within.
Both the power of salvation and the scorn of damnation are it's to give.
Born out of the fire of divine bloodshed and unholy passions was this rose.
Blessed and made holy by the purging grace of Silver Light.
Sleep now my dearest child.
And Fear not in these final hours of man.
Don't cry and do not be afraid.
Fore the gift I give you now no man can take away.
At least not yet.
Not yet.
Sleep child.
Sleep.
Fore when you wake the world as you know it…
The world as we know it shall be over.