It hides in a crack in the alleyway
a corner of civilization where fine dust hangs in the air
Before anyone knew, it had blossomed
that god-given flower which grows within enigmas

A villain who aims to become a god
The master key gained by taking life
With the thieves and the junkies
inside a dream of depraved mortal sin

The heretic starts fires
Building a castle of ignorant hubris
Before he knows it, the rain falls
The drops erode the stones of the royal road

A saint who looks up to the heavens
The master key gained through original sin
With prohibition and divine punishment
Aiming a gun of screams from hell

Let the rain fall and cloud the field of vision
in the instant that the group passes through
It hides their forms with its fragrant scent
The taciturn shadow of the blossom

Part the fog, travel down the river
and behold the unknowable future
Hide your form, extinguish the fires
The arcane shadow of the blossom

Let my heart pound with wickedness
Days of fated, squandered righteous anger
Bloom in full before anyone knows it
seedling from a seed that overturns the theory

The madman crosses the river
forgoing excuses to prolong his life
With overwintering and his natural lifespan
Pursuing a dream of despicable defeat

Let the rain fall and cloud the field of vision
in the instant that the group passes through
It hides their forms with its fragrant scent
The taciturn shadow of the blossom

Part the fog, travel down the river
and behold the unknowable future
Hide your form, extinguish the fires
The arcane shadow of the blossom