Blood and Roses

The moon is rising
I can feel you around me

The magik is strong
You are unrelenting.

Blood is dripping into our garden
Where we hung our heads to cry.

The roses are wilting
And this power is disappearing.

There's blood in the moon
I see you staring at me.

Malicious-they think
Mischievous-they warn

They don't hear you
They don't feel you singing to me.

Through the darkness I found my way
Through the darkness you are my light.

In our garden
I hang my head to die..