Red Retribution

Duration

8:19

Genres

Metal

Description

Lyrics

The rose does not die, And when he awakes, He asks the vine, Why do you live and prosper, When I seem only to die, Slowly and forever, So that my suffering never ends, You have fruit to bear, You have the sun, You have a purpose, It seemed I was once all you are, When I was alone, I saw the last time I awoke, though, That you are not alone, If, then, my secret to prosperity was seclusion, What is yours, My secret, poor rose, Replies the vine, Is to use the sun, And the rain, And the other plants, To build myself upon, Taking their dreams, And adding them to my own, For this, you see, is the best way, For me, It is certainly better than your secret, For you were alone, With only your own dreams to have, And I think you had very few, For even in your most prosperous time, Your roots were black and rotten, Therefore you were never anything, rose, And never will be, I know now that I have never been anything, Nor will I ever become anything significant, Says the rose, I have come to know it in these years of gloom, But I must ask, How did you know about my blackened roots, That were revealed to me, The day the desert disappeared, See for yourself, Answers the vine, The rose is horrified to see its roots, Are not rooted in the ground, But have lain on top of it, Since the desert disappeared, Displaying his blackness to everyone, Oh, that I were alone again, He cries, If only to hide myself away, Even to be buried in the desert, I would be willing to pay with all I have, But it would seem that everyone surrounds me, To watch me decay eternally, Never letting me die in this lush place, So I will let my evil roots, That betray me, Also betray them, Let my roots pour forth as liquid, To poison them all, Then maybe I can be alone in a desert again, Though the heat kill me, And he lets his emotion overcome him, Driving out all conscious thought.