Silent power, hidden deep
Life and death, the Rose keeps
Forests fade, deserts bloom
Balance struck in nature's womb
Black Rose, wielder of fate
Crafting extremes, none can abate
Master of life, guardian of death
In its thorns, the world's breath
Tundras glisten, crystals tall
Deserts drain life, at its call
Magic flows where it wills
In its path, beauty stills
Black Rose, wielder of fate
Crafting extremes, none can abate
Master of life, guardian of death
In its thorns, the world's breath