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
