Blood drips down from the roses thorn
when a settled heart remains sound no more.
Dark tears fall as he starts to mourn
when the flying spear pierces the core.

His spirit drowns itself in fire
to trade places with the dishonored one.
Now enriched with hate and power
the demon starts in his intercesion.

Then the dark clouds form
and the rain falls down.
Standing in the storm,
looking at the ground
he spreads his wings
and takes in flight
to devouer things
and cease the night!

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