[Intro, velvety, intimate, whispered] I heard her long before I knew her name... In the walls, in the ash, in the breath between the bells. Soft... soft... always soft. And still she led me. [Verse 1, intimate, velvety, confessional] I was raised where the candles drowned in smoke, In a chapel of dust where the faithful broke, Old hands taught me the holy wound, How to speak to the dead in a shuttered room. My family prayed with blood and bone, With borrowed saints and a voice not our own, And I learned young that love can kneel, With thorns in the palm and iron in the will. [Pre-Chorus, low, haunted, rising] Then came the fire, the doors, the names, The little betrayals dressed as blame, One by one my old house fell, And I kept their ghosts inside myself. [Chorus, powerful, emotional, soaring] Blood like thorns Cut me open, let the dark run through, Blood like thorns Every vow I keep, I keep for you, Lady of Roses, speak through the rain, Call my lost blood home again. Blood like thorns I wear the mark, I bear the pain, I build my house from ash and veins. [Verse 2, intimate, eerie, building] The ghost field hums like a living wire, Full of teeth, of grief, of buried fire, And the dead lean close when the city sleeps, To murmur their hunger and what it keeps. They speak in taps through the rotting beams, In broken prayers, in unfinished dreams, A thousand mouths in the black between, And I know each shade by the wound in its scream. [Pre-Chorus, velvety, intense, rising] But beneath them all, beneath the cries, There was always a whisper behind my eyes, Not loud, not cruel, not dressed in flame, Just a rose-soft breath that knew my name. [Chorus, powerful, emotional, soaring] Blood like thorns Cut me open, let the dark run through, Blood like thorns Every vow I keep, I keep for you, Lady of Roses, speak through the rain, Call my lost blood home again. Blood like thorns I wear the mark, I bear the pain, I build my house from ash and veins. [Bridge, soft, reverent, trembling] You showed me faces in silver sleep, A bell of stone, a cut too deep, A hand of blood, a hidden line, A branch of flesh that still was mine. You led me through the ruin’s breath, Through borrowed grief and gutter death, And one by one by vision drawn, I found my blood and I made them sworn. [Breakdown, low, ritual, dangerous] I carve the thorn into my skin, Not for suffering — for what survives within. I mark the flesh so I do not forget: Love is a vow, and I am not finished yet. No more lost names. No more silent graves. No more family left to the knives and the rain. Not this time. Never this time. [Final Chorus, huge, powerful, commanding] Blood like thorns Cut me open, let the dark run through, Blood like thorns Every vow I keep, I keep for you, Lady of Roses, sing through the pain, Bind my wild blood into one dark chain. Blood like thorns I was broken, now I remain, I draw my house in blood and flame. Blood like thorns No hand will steal what I have grown, I found my blood — and I brought them home. [Outro, velvety, whispered, sacred] Still she whispers... Soft in the walls, soft in the bone. Lady of Roses... This time I will not lose my own.
