The Raven Autarchy - A Dead Cherry Blossom Tree

For so many years, the gate has been sealed
By five bloody ropes in a dungeon concealed
'Twas family duty to keep malice away
Until the unbroken attachment led to decay

She was the last to be tagged in the room
By the blinded demon
To the ancient stone she was dragged in gloom
Forever imprisoned

Throughout the cherry atrium
Love blooms sentenced to perish

The rope shrine maiden was purified
And her link with the world, brutally sliced

Her inner guilt couldn't stand her loss
The ritual failed, the malice is now, free

She has become a vindictive wraith
Every soul shall suffer the same fate
'Til the holy mirror seals back
The dreadful source, the hell gate