Striking hard, striking fast in desperation The world around is filled with shades of red Forced to stand in weak anticipation As rivulets of blood run down the Child's head The chamber fills with screams of violent rage Of petulance and impotent frustration Consumed with frenzied tidal waves of hate The princess falls to earth in dark sedation
Her blindness stunts the growth of nascent power That grows within her like some poisonous flower The blade of darkness strikes her to the hilt And so the flower inside begins to wilt But time is short for action to be taken No chance to dwell on pity or mistakes No chance for dark excuses to be found The moment of Salvation must be now!
Cast me to the crimson flames Thou hast the power should I be blind To overthrow my wicked reign And throw me to the pit of time Cast me to the crimson flames Thou shalt bar the doors of hell Incant these words of sacred rule Seal me in my crimson cell