storm is loosed upon the sea
Whose eye is stained with tears
wretch [bad word] bound and bent on blood
The making of the fearful's fears

The tide it stole away her grace
The depths, they wouldn't claim her
toil begat my father's blood
This path was laid before her

Redemption born by brigand's blood
blight upon the darkness 
The pact embraced, a road unsought
The Maiden of Death won't be unwrought

Her wraight in known thoughout the black,
The gardens of death she is tending
Vengeance is her only ward
Beware the Blood Red Rose's thorn