Crusade of cryptic roses

You feel thorns inside your lungs,
And thirst for dew from stellar fields.
Black roses will depict your stance,
Black knights, and you - behind the shields.

Get rid of pain,
Let wind disperse the gloomy power!
Get rid of chain
To safe the breath of cryptic flower.

Angels blare appalling horns,
Clouds scintillate with lead and purple.
Caress the seeds of haily storms.
Bring up inside the floral rebel.

Get rid of pain,
Let wind disperse the gloomy power!
Get rid of chain
To safe the breath of cryptic flower.

Oh the heights of heaven’s wells!
My catharsis mutely yells.
Queen of Heaven! Let me feel
Sough from edgings of Thy veil!..