Red Nightfall (part 1)

Duration

14:28

Genres

Metal

Description

Lyrics

My freedom is a rose, In the desert, It has no companion, no friends, But it needs none, It has no water, Only sun, But it is the reddest rose of all, I have no thirst, My fears are for nothing, I need no thorns, For no one can pluck me from my place, My place in this desert land, The sand becomes my promised land, I am stronger than the wind, Says the rose, I am darker than the clouds, Fuller than the sun, And still my pedals grow, Though no one hears him, The rose tells his tale, He knows he’ll never fail, So then upon him pours the wind-blown rain, And his pedals are disturbed, The sand is torn from under him, And his roots are revealed, They are black and they are dead, And the rose does not understand, Why am I black and rot and dead, After all these years, Asks the rose, But there is no one to hear him, For even the sand is gone, The rose lay dying in the dust, And covers himself in gloom, He cannot be disturbed, One day the rose hears a voice, Speaking into the dark, Why do you lie there, rose, In your ashes and your dust, It asks, Because, you see, the sand is gone, The sun no longer shines, I fear there is no reason for me to be alive, The rose says, Maybe not for you, poor rose, But behold, The world is a kingdom, And this kingdom is my own, As you have lied there in the dirt, I have only grown, Replies the voice, Then the rose looks up to see, Above him towers a great vine, Its branches thick and fruitful, And its thorns thick and sharp, You have stolen my sun, Exclaims the rose to the giant above him, But the vine speaks no more, The rose falls asleep again, In despair for quite some time, Then, again his sleep’s intruded, By a touch of times past, For it seems the sun is shining again at last, Aha, Says the rose, The sun is mine at last, For I am strong, And I am free, For I need nothing but myself, The vine looks down at him, And says with distaste, You are a pitiful rose, Who has not grown for years, If you only need yourself, Then why has this been so, For today you are only lucky, That the sun sets on this angle, To get through a gap in my branches, And shine its shaft on you, For, you know, it will be soon, That I close this gap in me, Then we shall see how strong you are, When it shines on only me, Yes, we will see, Answers the rose, reveling in the sunlight, I once stood strong and tall in the desert, I can stand up to anything, And the rose falls into a sleep again, Contented by the memory of the scorching sand, The next time the rose awakes, He sinks into despair, The sun no longer shines on him, For the vine has covered the sky, However, though the rose cannot see the sky, He realizes that he can see what is around him, There he sees prosperous foliage of all kinds, And his despair turns into hate, I hate you, He tells the plants, You have invaded my desert, Intruded on my happiness, Stolen my sun, And stolen my sand, Now that you know, I shall die, And he lays his pedals on the ground, Thinking he’ll not wake up this time