I

A loud roar echoes through the night.

In the darkness, a beam of light strike.

Overwhelmed by its pretty piercing sound.

Every strand of it brings chaos all around.

II

Roses, black roses grew under a peaceful storm.

Ignition of greed, black ember will form.

Merciful black roses may you bloom not wither.

Havoc and war let's bring together.

-Yanley