Blackened Rose

Tearing through my corpse it’s black petals glisten

To the voice of death its ambition does listen

Growing, Waiting for the full moon’s position

Its morbid thorns gaping for the sky’s transition.

Deep in my grave living from my still heart

This blackened flower tears it apart

Growing waiting for the sign

Waiting for the prophecy of resurrection divine.

Petals black of rot

Dancing, casting your evil lot

Bring forth this still corpse once more

Destroy those who defy her lore!

The full moon deeply lit

Devils by infatuation have been bit

Leave your whores and your victims

And behold evil’s greatest symptoms!

As this flower blooms at last

So does the ancient evil long passed,

His wrath once more brought upon the earth

His claim once more decided

His immortal dying turf.

Behold the man Lucifer would not have

The bed of the blackened rose

The corpse that will bring this world of man to a close

The prince of the blackened rose.