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.