Sharp thorn hurts a noble man To let him know the taste of blood.
 But the [bad word] must beware of him, Because death sleeps in every thorn.

 In the garden of human plants,
 There is a lot of hidden thorns,
 No one likes them, because the bring pain,
 Pain or [bad word]  No matter, they hurt the same...

 Black thorn. Alone and proud he grows. And every creature envies him.
 Fear paralyses enemies. It's strong enough to make them dead.

 I am the thorn of Darkness.
 Reflection man's [bad word] nature.
 I came to this dying world.
 To celebrate [bad word] end.