[Intro – whispered, both] In the garden of shadows… Where no light remembers our names… [Verse I – Female Vocals] I wander through the silence, where your footsteps used to fall, Petals turning into ashes on the stone of our downfall. The night devours the memories we swore would never fade, Yet I hold the lonely blossom that your dying hands once made. [Verse II – Male Vocals (growls / deep vocals)] The soil drinks the sorrow that we buried with our breath, A fragile vow now broken by the cold embrace of death. Your voice becomes an echo carved in roots of ancient pain, A curse of blooming darkness in this ever-bleeding rain. [Chorus – Both] The Black Rose… Born from the ruins of a love we froze, A shadowed bloom where the last hope goes— Still I carry you through the thorns I chose. The Black Rose… In the quiet of loss, it grows. [Verse III – Female Vocals] I trace the scars of seasons that have withered in my chest, Searching for the courage that your absence put to rest. But in the dying garden, something whispers through the gloom— A promise from the darkness that not all we lost is doomed. [Verse IV – Male Vocals (growls / deep vocals)] I rise from the hollow where despair once claimed my soul, The void becomes a cradle where resilience takes control. Though grief has carved its kingdom in the marrow of my bones, I stand within the silence, no longer turning into stone. [Chorus – Both] The Black Rose… Born from the ruins of a love we froze, A shadowed bloom where the last hope goes— Still I carry you through the thorns I chose. The Black Rose… In the quiet of loss, it grows. [Bridge – Alternating Vocals] Female: Can you hear me in the darkness? Male: I return through broken light. Female: Can we bloom beyond the sorrow? Male: We endure the endless night. Both: In the cradle of the earth, where our silent stories close, We rise again together… guided by the black rose. [Final Chorus – Both] The Black Rose… A testament forged from the grief we chose. From mourning’s soil, a new strength flows— Through every wound the night bestows. The Black Rose… Forever in our hearts, it grows.
