Who knows or what comes
When this giant power doth seize us
The glorious white-black flower
Is delicate in its strength
Fear replaces logic
Until I recall the flower’s source of radiance
Blood runs freely in its cage
Powering us onward
When this giant power doth seize us
The glorious white-black flower
Is delicate in its strength
Fear replaces logic
Until I recall the flower’s source of radiance
Blood runs freely in its cage
Powering us onward