We are the Roses of war,

The sons and daughters of the ones whose dreams of courage brought them to a foreign land full of despair,

Fighting off the loneliness of an apathetic field where valor and cowardice runs rampant.

The ruins of laws held by few destroyed by the rain of sin that fuels our destiny.

Here where the blood of silver and gold mixes with copper.

Where the flag on their shoulders means more then from where they came.

We water the land with blood of people who don’t ever get to go home.

Our very existence is a byproduct of the fallen souls of loved ones who showed their passion for their families with the one thing that can’t be retrieved if lost.

Sunny days bring with them joy and pleasure,

Rainy ones bring sadness and pain,

But, Don’t forget Cherry Blossoms only arrive when both become the other.

Declare Darken Dawn's Dependable Destiny.  Descend Down Deeper Depths, Determined Decline Death’s Dance. Delight Divided, Destroyed, Doomed. Discover Deranged Dread Drowned, Dizzying Dreams Depict Distance Desires, Distasteful Disasters Drive Deserters’s Depression, Despite Defeat Defend Damaged Duties.

Maybe a moment can change the future,

Maybe it can relive the past,

Maybe set the present,

But, we’ll never know if we don’t take a moment.