Blood in the Rose Garden (eng ver. 2)

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Albert - Dark Fantasy Classical

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gothic opera, thriller ost

[Intro]
(Heavy cello, ambient rain, soft piano chords)

[Verse 1]
Crimson petals on the ground,
A silent scream, no other sound.
He walks among the bloody thorns,
Where every faded flower mourns.
Another soul is torn apart,
A shadow steals a beating heart.

[Pre-Chorus]
The Crimson Moon is rising high,
An ancient shadow in the sky.
This silent war has just begun,
Beneath the fading, dying sun.

[Chorus]
Blood in the rosen garden!
A ruthless killer's dark pardon!
Young hearts turn into dust,
Under a fate so cold and unjust!
The thorns are red, the light is dead!

[Verse 2]
The steel is cold, the judgment set,
A self-made judge with no regret.
He cleanses sin with cruel design,
And calls his madnes:  Will divine.
A predator who claims the night,
Erasing every sign of light.

[Pre-Chorus]
The killer grins with hollow eyes,
He weaves a web of bloody lies.
Where night begins, the horror grows,
Upon the grave of every rose.

[Chorus]
Blood in the rose garden!
A ruthless killer's dark pardon!
Young hearts turn into dust,
Under a fate so cold and unjust!
The thorns are red, the light is dead!

[Verse 3]
But in the dark, a shadow breaks,
The guardian arrives and wakes.
The brave protector stands so tall,
He comes to answer freedom's call.
A burning flame against the dark,
To save the last remaining spark.

[Verse 4]
Two blades collide in silent rage,
Two soldiers on a bloody stage.
One fights to heal, one fights to slay,
Before the night is washed away.
The hunter now becomes the prey,
In this arena made of clay.

[Bridge]
(Music swells, heavy electric guitar, dramatic choir)
One brings the mercy, one brings the blade!
Into the garden, the memories fade!
Is this a justice, or just a curse?
A holy vow, or something worse?!

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
(Maximum intensity, fast drums, full choir)
Blood in the rosen garden!
A ruthless killer's dark pardon!
Young hearts turn into dust,
Under a fate so cold and unjust!
The thorns are red, the light is dead!

[Outro]
(Music fades to a lonely piano and wind)
Crimson petals on the stone...
The guardian stands alone.
No more screams...
Only the garden of broken dreams.

[Fade out]

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[Intro] (Heavy cello, ambient rain, soft piano chords) [Verse 1] Crimson petals on the ground, A silent scream, no other sound. He walks among the bloody thorns, Where every faded flower mourns. Another soul is torn apart, A shadow steals a beating heart. [Pre-Chorus] The Crimson Moon is rising high, An ancient shadow in the sky. This silent war has just begun, Beneath the fading, dying sun. [Chorus] Blood in the rosen garden! A ruthless killer's dark pardon! Young hearts turn into dust, Under a fate so cold and unjust! The thorns are red, the light is dead! [Verse 2] The steel is cold, the judgment set, A self-made judge with no regret. He cleanses sin with cruel design, And calls his madnes: Will divine. A predator who claims the night, Erasing every sign of light. [Pre-Chorus] The killer grins with hollow eyes, He weaves a web of bloody lies. Where night begins, the horror grows, Upon the grave of every rose. [Chorus] Blood in the rose garden! A ruthless killer's dark pardon! Young hearts turn into dust, Under a fate so cold and unjust! The thorns are red, the light is dead! [Verse 3] But in the dark, a shadow breaks, The guardian arrives and wakes. The brave protector stands so tall, He comes to answer freedom's call. A burning flame against the dark, To save the last remaining spark. [Verse 4] Two blades collide in silent rage, Two soldiers on a bloody stage. One fights to heal, one fights to slay, Before the night is washed away. The hunter now becomes the prey, In this arena made of clay. [Bridge] (Music swells, heavy electric guitar, dramatic choir) One brings the mercy, one brings the blade! Into the garden, the memories fade! Is this a justice, or just a curse? A holy vow, or something worse?! [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] (Maximum intensity, fast drums, full choir) Blood in the rosen garden! A ruthless killer's dark pardon! Young hearts turn into dust, Under a fate so cold and unjust! The thorns are red, the light is dead! [Outro] (Music fades to a lonely piano and wind) Crimson petals on the stone... The guardian stands alone. No more screams... Only the garden of broken dreams. [Fade out]

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