Flowers of Triumphant - I Hate Them Again

The land of emerald ferns
Under the flag of heavens
Where a solitary yellow eye
Of eternal star
Is hearing my lost cry.

Where're you, children of dale?
I'm setting sail
To float through the pain
To oblivion
In tear - stained rain.

Foreign men have subverted
The temple of my sad dryad
I've seen wounded trees
Their broken branches
I deplore my bleeding earth.

Florescence like a flood
I'm falling in this depth
Florescence of blood
Of death.

I don't fell suffering more
The flames of sunset like the war
Bloodshot eye dies to be born
From the darkness
Which is covered
By wings of piebald unicorn.