Exiled she walks this path alone
Left to rot because she did not atone
She lives among the ancient stone
There she sits upon the witch's throne
Her revenge shall be wrought
The curse has been cast
The lies you spread cannot be untold
You will die for your iconoclast
Her revenge shall be wrought
The curse has been cast
The truth shall be revealed
In the darkness of her exile
A survivor of countless sadistic abuses
She rises out of the shadows
With eternal wisdom only she knows
Countess of Thorns, a black rose grows