In the garden so peaceful, where the beautiful things all grow The solstice begins so slow and the signs of winter will show Days become shorter and the sun seems unsure The clouds have gone now, leaving only the starless azure In the morning shall come rebirth of the sable's prey But in the glow of that light we start to see the decay For this is bittersweet, with death comes new life No amount of grace could prevent this strife Black Rose After the light must come the night It's only dark before the dawn and in the end we shall move on Black Rose