Below the realm of light, under marble white graves
Where the Sun is black, chaos prevails
The earth is made from misery, from misery and pain
The bitter end flavors the rain
And grows
Plague rose

Garden of dry bones, red clay and blight
The barren soil sprouts a rose at night
Smells like death, it's shiny and dark, glows like burning coal
Around its stem insects crawl
And grows
And grows

Rising fast, climbing on the walls
Spreading rot and fever with its spores
Herald of chaos, statue of loss, monument of grief
Crimson flower, putrid leaf

You gave it life
And made it thrive
This evil, this evil weed
Kills you in your sleep!

Can't you see
This dreadful tree?
This evil, this evil breed
Kills you in your sleep!

It grows!
The soil! The seed!
Around, grows, grows!