[Chorus] Femesole, rise through the thorns Femesole, red roses sworn Steel in your heart, fire in your soul Femesole, Femesole Guard what the wounded cannot hold [Verse] White armor shining, blue-red seams Thorn vines climb like battle dreams Roses burn bright on your shoulders and waist You walk through the danger, you never waste [Verse] From silver hands to the trailing red A crown of roses above your head The words on your back say, “The Rose” You turn, and the whole dark garden knows [Chorus] Femesole, rise through the thorns Femesole, red roses sworn Steel in your heart, fire in your soul Femesole, Femesole Guard what the wounded cannot hold
