Born in the fire, raised in the storm,
Petals of steel, forever torn.
Under the thunder, roots hold tight,
Blooming in battle, fed by the fight.
War flower, painted in blood,
War flower, never will fade.
Swords in the soil, echoes of pain,
Growing again in the fields of the slain.
Winds keep turning, seasons decay,
Yet you remain where the dead used to lay.
War flower, painted in blood,
War flower, never will fade.
War flower, painted in blood,
War flower, never will fade.
Petals of steel, forever torn.
Under the thunder, roots hold tight,
Blooming in battle, fed by the fight.
War flower, painted in blood,
War flower, never will fade.
Swords in the soil, echoes of pain,
Growing again in the fields of the slain.
Winds keep turning, seasons decay,
Yet you remain where the dead used to lay.
War flower, painted in blood,
War flower, never will fade.
War flower, painted in blood,
War flower, never will fade.