The Black Rose Rises

Medieval, ancient, gittern, fiddle, Lute

V3.5

Once they lived, once they dreamed,
Now they walk where silence screams.
Bound by blood, bound by oath,
They rise to serve, to curse, to loathe.

(Chorus – A haunting, sorrowful rallying cry, the knights’ undying loyalty to their dark queen)
The Black Rose rises, dark and cold,
Knights of the Lady, silent, bold.
Their blades are sharp, their hearts are stone,
They fight for the queen who calls them home.

(Verse 2 – The knights' unwavering duty, their deadly purpose)
Cursed by fate, yet still they ride,
Through moonlit night, they will not hide.
With hearts of frost, and eyes aglow,
They march for the Lady, their queen below.

No mercy shown, no soul remains,
Only the Black Rose, with endless chains.
They strike with vengeance, they strike with might,
The Lady’s will, their endless fight.

(Chorus – A chilling, fierce cry as the knights prepare for battle)
The Black Rose rises, dark and cold,
Knights of the Lady, silent, bold.
Their blades are sharp, their hearts are stone,
They fight for the queen who calls them home.

(The music intensifies, a heavy, dark march, the sound of swords being drawn and shields being raised. The knights’ battle preparations echo through the air.)

(Bridge – A deeper, darker tone, the knights’ cursed souls and unbreakable bond to the Lady)
In the darkest hours, they hear her voice,
A whisper soft, but it’s their choice.
To serve forever, to never die,
They answer her call, they do not cry.

Their souls are lost, their flesh decayed,
Yet still they march, their wills obeyed.
For the Black Rose, for the Lady’s hand,
They ride as one, they take their stand.

(Verse 3 – The knights' final vow, their unshakable devotion)
In shadowed tombs, in ancient halls,
They rise once more to answer the calls.
Their chains are heavy, their fate is sealed,
But the Lady’s power will not yield.

They strike as shadows, swift and true,
With the Black Rose’s vengeance due.
Forever bound, forever torn,
The knights shall ride until the dawn.

(Final Chorus – A triumphant yet sorrowful cry, the knights' eternal devotion to their queen)
The Black Rose rises, dark and cold,
Knights of the Lady, silent, bold.
Their blades are sharp, their hearts are stone,
They fight for the queen who calls them home.

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(Verse 1 – Dark and mournful, the tragic fate of the knights) Beneath the moon, beneath the skies, The Black Rose blooms, the shadowed rise. Knights of death, in armor black, They serve the Lady, no turning back. Once they lived, once they dreamed, Now they walk where silence screams. Bound by blood, bound by oath, They rise to serve, to curse, to loathe. (Chorus – A haunting, sorrowful rallying cry, the knights’ undying loyalty to their dark queen) The Black Rose rises, dark and cold, Knights of the Lady, silent, bold. Their blades are sharp, their hearts are stone, They fight for the queen who calls them home. (Verse 2 – The knights' unwavering duty, their deadly purpose) Cursed by fate, yet still they ride, Through moonlit night, they will not hide. With hearts of frost, and eyes aglow, They march for the Lady, their queen below. No mercy shown, no soul remains, Only the Black Rose, with endless chains. They strike with vengeance, they strike with might, The Lady’s will, their endless fight. (Chorus – A chilling, fierce cry as the knights prepare for battle) The Black Rose rises, dark and cold, Knights of the Lady, silent, bold. Their blades are sharp, their hearts are stone, They fight for the queen who calls them home. (The music intensifies, a heavy, dark march, the sound of swords being drawn and shields being raised. The knights’ battle preparations echo through the air.) (Bridge – A deeper, darker tone, the knights’ cursed souls and unbreakable bond to the Lady) In the darkest hours, they hear her voice, A whisper soft, but it’s their choice. To serve forever, to never die, They answer her call, they do not cry. Their souls are lost, their flesh decayed, Yet still they march, their wills obeyed. For the Black Rose, for the Lady’s hand, They ride as one, they take their stand. (Verse 3 – The knights' final vow, their unshakable devotion) In shadowed tombs, in ancient halls, They rise once more to answer the calls. Their chains are heavy, their fate is sealed, But the Lady’s power will not yield. They strike as shadows, swift and true, With the Black Rose’s vengeance due. Forever bound, forever torn, The knights shall ride until the dawn. (Final Chorus – A triumphant yet sorrowful cry, the knights' eternal devotion to their queen) The Black Rose rises, dark and cold, Knights of the Lady, silent, bold. Their blades are sharp, their hearts are stone, They fight for the queen who calls them home.

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