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.