sharp th*rn hurts a n*ble man to let him know the taste of blood.
but the intruder must beware of him, because death sleeps in every th*rn.
in the garden of human plants,
there is a lot of hidden th*rns,
no one likes them, because the bring pain,
pain or truth? no matter, they hurt the same…
black th*rn. alone and proud he grows. and every creature envies him.
fear paralyses enemies. it’s strong enough to make them dead.
i am the th*rn of darkness.
reflection man’s true nature.
i came to this dying world.
to celebrate upcoming end.
(lyrics by: capricornus 12/’96)