Below the realm of light, under marble white graves Where the Sun is black, chaos prevails The earth is made from misery, from misery and pain The bitter end flavors the rain And grows Plague rose Garden of dry bones, red clay and blight The barren soil sprouts a rose at night Smells like death, it's shiny and dark, glows like burning coal Around its stem insects crawl And grows And grows Rising fast, climbing on the walls Spreading rot and fever with its spores Herald of chaos, statue of loss, monument of grief Crimson flower, putrid leaf You gave it life And made it thrive This evil, this evil weed Kills you in your sleep! Can't you see This dreadful tree? This evil, this evil breed Kills you in your sleep! It grows! The soil! The seed! Around, grows, grows!