The Woodwose - Kröwnn

Blossom over night

And a loss of life

Kills at every move

Leaves are shining bright, oh yeah

A scent of festering love

He’s not the way I want

Flowering has begun

I am the chosen one

The dew falls on the stem

A stain upon my face

Birds are singin' death

Everytime she cried, again:

A scent of festering love

He’s not the way I want

Flowering has begun

I am the chosen one

A scent of festering love

He’s not the way I want

Flowering has begun

I am the chosen one