Blood Rose

Child of darkness, heeds thy sun

Within death and dying in life and birth

Former life, former death, former soul

Life that withers contained by sin

The rose of no garden

The blood of the thorn

The fear of no life

Without hatred, without scorn

Forgotten in the bowels of time and dread

Cast out and hidden from grief

Yet atoning for no sins, atoning for all sins

Deep beneath the catacombs of thy bleeding heart

The Blood Rose of the world

Twisted within its thorns