A storm is loosed upon the sea
Whose eye is stained with tears.
A wretch Hell-bound and bent on blood,
the makings of the fearful's fears.
The tide it stole away her grace,
the depths, they wouldn't claim her.
A toil begat by father's blood
This path was laid before her.
Redemption borne by brigand's blood
A blight upon the darkness.
The pact embraced, a road unsought
The Maiden of Death won't be unwrought.
Her wrath is known throughout the black,
the gardens of death she is tending
Vengeance is her only ward
Beware the blood red rose's thorn.

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