Black Roses of Hell

The cauldren's boiled, they spit and roar. Sins stacked high behind the door.

Your laughter fades in fire's breath. A masquerade that dances death. No light.

No dawn, no forgiving. This is the end that keeps on living.

Black roses bloom where shadows swell. The devils live, they weave their spell.

Screams and groans, your earthly fight, now burn forever in endless night. The groans of

deeds, they twist the air. A clock unwinds, but goes nowhere.

Living dead with petals black. No escape, no turning back. What's the price

for hearts of stone? The seeds you sow, the thrones you've