The tiny spark is shivering from gentle flame
and it's melting in the light-tight abyss
Ablaze with anger the flower is opening,
it is like blood of the enemies for you.
Lost hope, lost mind, lost name in the flower light
Pallor face which is boring frost,
Black eyes which are looking with might.
It's laceration in your dreams
You are arcanum for them side is becoming
The Flower of Malice.
Face of the sun declines before the darkness,
It's simply dying & getting cold.
Flower of Malice is the heritage of the past
It is opening the way to the grave for you
- Flower of Malice.
Flames of Evil is desire of bliss,
Light of Devil is the Flower of Malice.