If I am blind to love
What am I worth?
This sadness is my desperation!
Oh what an evil grandmother you are...
Yet you are a beautiful rose unsaid
For an unsaid rose does not speak
About its wicked deeds,
Alone I am
And I am fine with that;
I hope my grandmother dies
With her lies.
Echoes of solitude
Never speak of spiritual attacks,
That\'s why a wicked grandmother never wins!
For she is a scarecrow
Scaring the birds away,
I ended her life completely...
For I am the storm
That rains upon truth,
For I am solid
And I am peace,
Do you dare embarrass yourself
Messing with me?
For I know the truth.
And echoes of solitude keep calling me...
I want to be a rose that\'s heard
And not a rose unsaid,
For you are my wicked grandmother!
I shall bring you to your knees
For you are a scarecrow
That nobody sees
And if you\'re trying to steal my light
You are sadly mistaken!
Echoes of solitude
Don\'t bring pain.