Bluebeard's Roses

[Start] [Intro] [lamenting Violin instrumental] [Verse 1] In a castle deep and dark, where shadows softly creep, Lies a tale of twisted love, where secrets never sleep. Roses wilt and fade away beneath the moon’s cruel light, In chambers cold and silent where the dead are held tight. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers through the corridors, the cries of souls ensnared, A love so foul and perverse, no soul could have prepared. Crystal tears of terror, falling from his gaze, A macabre dance of madness in the heart of the maze. [Chorus] Faint is the light that flickers on the walls, Coffin lids groan as the darkness calls. Bluebeard’s roses, stained with their last embrace, In the midnight hour, where the shadows chase. [Verse 2] In the forbidden chamber, where the truth is laid bare, Corpses dressed in bridal white, in a lover’s cruel snare. Decaying lips still whisper, in a cold, unfeeling kiss, A morbid symphony of love in the chilling abyss. [Pre-Chorus] Tales of shattered crystal, echo through the grave, A necromantic nightmare in the moonlight's wave. Faint are the cries of his unholy delight, Coffin doors creak open in the dead of night. [Chorus] Faint is the light that flickers on the walls, Coffin lids groan as the darkness calls. Bluebeard’s roses, stained with their last embrace, In the midnight hour, where the shadows chase. [very fast paced erratic violin solo] [Bridge] In the garden of despair, where the roses turn to bone, Bluebeard’s twisted passion in the cold night is shown. Crystal chandeliers cast shadows of the damned, A necrophilic dance, where the souls are crammed. [Breakdown] In the crypt of decay, where his love lies entwined, A grotesque romance where the living and dead are combined. Faint is the heartbeat that once pulsed with life, Now silenced in the dark, where the dead are his wife. [Final Chorus] Faint is the light that flickers on the walls, Coffin lids groan as the darkness calls. Bluebeard’s roses, stained with their last embrace, In the midnight hour, where the shadows chase. [Outro] As the dawn breaks cold, with its merciless gleam, The echoes of Bluebeard’s love fade like a dream. But the roses remain, with their petals still torn, In the haunted halls where the dark is reborn. [End]