Play "Blood Red Roses"on TIDALA storm is loosed upon the seaWhose eye is stained with tears.A wretch Hell-bound and bent on blood,the makings of the fearful's fears.The tide it stole away her grace,the depths, they wouldn't claim her.A toil begat by father's bloodThis path was laid before her.Redemption borne by brigand's bloodA blight upon the darkness.The pact embraced, a road unsoughtThe Maiden of Death won't be unwrought.