Darkest Rose Yankee
written by: John Patrick Robbins
Played from the chamber echoed to the blind in depth but bland in soul.
Can you promise him what you have so easily sold to me?
Flames cast in thought still have their way of burning madness within.
So stand within the circle.
Never allow fear to be your burden.
She toasted the wicked and found herself within the lash.
A mirror reflects image only.
The fifth chord is played sweetest when forbidden.
Stand amongst many and you will find yourself lost amongst all.
Words cast in stone do not mean they are true.
Does blood from one not equal the rest?
No sheep to slaughter.
Does the sound haunt you still?
Never fight nature.
It exists even if you choose to remain blind.
We gather to end with a rose.
Even in darkness there is beauty.