[Verse 1] In the ruins where the candles choke She learned to pray through ash and smoke A broken chapel, a splintered name But in her blood there burned a flame She wore the dark just like a veil Soft as grief and sharp as hail The dead still whispered through the stone “You were never meant to stand alone” [Pre-Chorus] So she gathered every haunted branch Every scar, every sinner’s hand And beneath the thorns, beneath the rain She called her lost blood home again [Chorus] Roseveil Kneel in the hush where the black blooms rise Roseveil Blood remembers what the city denies With a vow and a wound and a name carved deep She wakes the roots that never sleep Roseveil Mother of thorns in the candlelight Roseveil Lead us through ruin, through ghost, through night [Verse 2] She does not sing of gentle grace She wears devotion on her face A rosary made of oath and bone A faith too fierce to die alone Her hands are marked, her heart is sealed She makes a shrine of every field And every doorway, every scar Becomes a sign of what we are [Pre-Chorus] When the walls begin to breathe and bend When the buried voices rise again She lifts her eyes, she speaks the blame And even fear recalls her name [Chorus] Roseveil Kneel in the hush where the black blooms rise Roseveil Blood remembers what the city denies With a vow and a wound and a name carved deep She wakes the roots that never sleep Roseveil Mother of thorns in the candlelight Roseveil Lead us through ruin, through ghost, through night [Bridge] Lady of Roses, open the vein Show me the lost and call them by name Out of the graveyard, out of the rain Bind us together in sorrow and flame No law above us, no saint to save Only the blood and the oath we gave If we are broken, then let us be Broken like branches of one dark tree [Final Chorus] Roseveil Stand in the hush where the red blooms rise Roseveil Truth in the blood and the darkened eyes With her hood drawn low and her voice like prayer She turns old wounds to something rare Roseveil High priestess born from grief and night Roseveil Crown us in thorns and call it light [Outro] In the library dust, in the chapel stain She gathers the lost to her heart again And the dead fall still when they hear her speak For the roots run deep And the roots remember
