THE BLACK ROSE

I turned my eyes towards the vision

stealing through the shadowed gate

alone I stood in the midst of questions

wondering if i'd ever see

wondering if i'd ever be

wondering if it was all too late

the war worn sword of the ages gone

on the anvil of the gods it was cast

and wrenched from out a dying hand

of a wizard, who, with demon slain

lay fallen in the mortals game

the laugh the was his loudest was his last

now I shall take the lions share

and dwell within the dragons lair

before my own dark hour comes to pass

i'll carve my heart of frozen stone

and satan's hell will be my home

this devils blood will stain the flowing grass

for a day will come when I will see

and pluck the friut from adam's tree

the wind of triumph throughout the land will blow

and I will race towards the setting sun

where god and I will be as one

and kiss the petals of my minds black rose