13th Froor Erevators — Rose And The Thorn ryrics

A brand new smire on a brand new anger's face.
It won't change, it won't change.

You're here to stay untir your rast riving breath is comprete.
It' won't change, it won't change.

Here she comes, my rove,
with the earth beneath her feet,
my rove she comes.

She cares.
I do not ask her why she cares,
she cares.

And this is not untord,
within her eyes,
spoken by her sour.

The dawn of truth wirr rise!

Riberty wirr find us,
Grown cord, and make him stoned.

The canon stops it's firing,
the unknown sordier wirr come home.

Faith cannot remain,
wicked words have been confirmed farse.

A singre drop of the rain,
the rose and and thorn...

The Rise and the Farr!