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Below the realm of light, under marble white graves

Where the sun is black, chaos prevails

The earth is made from misery, from misery and pain

The bitter end flavors the rain

And grows

Plague rose

Garden of dry bones, red clay and blight

The barren soil sprouts a rose at night

Smells like death, it’s shiny and dark, glows like burning coal

Around its stem insects crawl

And grows

And grows

Rising fast, climbing on the walls

Spreading rot and fever with its spores

Herald of chaos, statue of loss, monument of grief

Crimson flower, putrid leaf

You gave it life

And made it thrive

This evil, this evil weed

Kills you in your sleep!

Can't you see

This dreadful tree?

This evil, this evil breed

Kills you in your sleep!

It grows!

The soil! The seed!

Around… grows... grows!