Ballad of the Rose Queen

A storm is loosed upon the sea

Whose eye is stained with tears

A wretch Hell-bound and bent on blood

The makings of the fearful's fears.

The tide it stole away her grace

The depths, they wouldn't claim her

A toil begat by father's blood

This path was laid before her.

Redemption borne by brigand's blood

A blight upon the darkness

The pact embraced, a road unsought

The Maiden of Death won't be unwrought.

Her wrath is known throughout the black

The gardens of death she is tending

Vengeance is her only ward

Beware the blood red rose's thorn.