The Black Rose - Black Rain

When the last warrior has won,
his legacy long past,

When destiny has worked its course,
carving and ripping its way,
through the reality of life,

When humanity has been reborn,
died,
famished from the fast,

When the final frontier has become,
a finality,
thanks to gaia's suicidal grasp,

The ancients can breath a sigh at last,
Black Rain,
falling from heavens hell,

So ends the path...

The Black Rose

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