I will defy all that I can find to
And the fallen, dying, ashen wasteland
Soaked in blood and tears and pain by my hand
At my feet are all that I have run through

I will find time if it’s all I can do
Come to me unnamed and fall where I stand
Follow on and yet deny your demand
Of the pestilent seeds from which it grew

Leave me now and leave my spirit sublime
All the lost time is flowing in my blood
Near to thee you find that death’s toll doth chime
The blackest rose will always bloom in death
You’ll forever be drowning in the flood
And you’ll be lost and rot all of the time