Sharp thorn hurts a noble man To let him know the taste of blood
But the intruder must beware of him, Because death sleeps in every thorn
In the garden of human plants
There is a lot of hidden thorns
No one likes them, because the bring pain
Pain or truth? No matter, they hurt the same...
Black thorn. Alone and proud he grows. And every creature envies him
Fear paralyses enemies. It's strong enough to make them dead
I am the thorn of Darkness
Reflection man's true nature
I came to this dying world
To celebrate upcoming end

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