The tiny spark is shivering from gentle flame and it's melting in the light-tight abyss Ablaze with anger the flower is opening, it is like blood of the enemies for you.
Lost hope, lost mind, lost name in the flower light Pallor face which is boring frost, Black eyes which are looking with might.
Impenetrable darkness It's laceration in your dreams You are arcanum for them side is becoming The Flower of Malice.
Face of the sun declines before the darkness, It's simply dying & getting cold.
Flower of Malice is the heritage of the past It is opening the way to the grave for you - Flower of Malice. Flames of Evil is desire of bliss, Light of Devil is the Flower of Malice.
