The Crimson Bloom

[Вступление] Where the sun dares not to tread, The ancient hunger starts to spread. A blood-red haze, a whispered curse, The turning of the world, for worse. [Куплет 1] Cobwebs drape the hallowed stone, A forgotten king upon his throne. His reign of terror, a buried seed, Now germinating, fulfilling need. They dug him up from shallow earth, A resurrection, given new birth. With blackened veins and vacant stare, He breathes the tainted, poisoned air. [Пред-припев] His bony finger starts to point, A dark decree, at his joint. [Припев] The Crimson Bloom, a rotting flower! Awakened from its endless hour! His shadow falls, a chilling dread, Dancing with the restless dead! [Куплет 2] They gathered 'round with pallid face, Obsessed with power, in this dark place. His ancient knowledge, they craved so keen, To unleash what had never been seen. A ritual dark, with flesh and bone, On altars built of mossy stone. The night grew cold, the stars grew dim, As darkness flooded limb by limb. [Пред-припев] The fear that gnaws, it starts to bite, Drowning reason in the night. [Припев] The Crimson Bloom, a rotting flower! Awakened from its endless hour! His shadow falls, a chilling dread, Dancing with the restless dead! [Куплет 3] He whispers secrets, old and vile, That twist the mind and blight the smile. He promises what none can keep, While souls descend to slumber deep. His touch is ice, his breath is blight, He feasts upon the fading light. A parasitic, gnawing hate, Sealing everyone's grim fate. [Пред-припев] The blood it boils, the screams take hold, A twisted story to be told. [Припев] The Crimson Bloom, a rotting flower! Awakened from its endless hour! His shadow falls, a chilling dread, Dancing with the restless dead! [Переход] Beneath the earth, the darkness waits, To claim its toll at mortal gates. A primal hunger, never fed, The waking nightmares from the dead. [Заключительный припев] The Crimson Bloom, a rotting flower! Awakened from its endless hour! His shadow falls, a chilling dread, Dancing with the restless dead! The Crimson Bloom, a rotting flower! Awakened from its endless hour! His shadow falls, a chilling dread, Dancing with the restless dead! [Завершение] The bloom will wither, rot, and fade, A morbid bargain, deeply made! But echoes linger, in the deep, Where unspeakable dark things sleep!..