What is death but another part of life
Why do we fear death so...

A crown of fire atop a child's skull
A rose grow within the flames, but untouched by...

A Robin is sitting on a branch
His feet either side of a thorn...

Upon a child brow a rose sat
Its stem wrapped around the skull, forming a...

The fire glowed a golden red in the depths of hell
Consuming the darkness, filling the region with a...

From shadows into light mortal standing, life...
What do we mortals hold in our hands...

Black is the spear I hold in my hand.
But red shall the point be before...

I stare into a broken glass ball,
cracks distort its once perfect shape...

As I sit here in this darkened room,
Trapped and awaiting my doom. A Robin...

Destroyed now, this world of bliss
I kneel before the alter of Earth...