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[Verse 1]
In the garden of the broken
Where the careless footsteps stray
Something crimson in the gray dust
Steals the breath I meant to save
Petals bleeding on my fingers
Velvet stain along the veins
Every thorn a quiet warning
Every cut remembers names
[Chorus]
It is red as blood
But such a sight
How can something hurt and hold me right?
How does all this beauty rise from dirt?
Tearing through my skin
A gentle curse
Known as a gift of love
Given sharp enough to draw
I hold the rose
I hold the pain
And I still want more
[Verse 2]
You were planted in my ruins
Found you growing in the ash
All those secrets in your fragrance
All those ghosts behind your laugh
Twisting stems around my wrist bone
Like a vow I never spoke
Every promise leaves a scar line
Every blessing tastes of smoke
[Chorus]
It is red as blood
But such a sight
How can something hurt and hold me right?
How does all this beauty rise from dirt?
Tearing through my skin
A gentle curse
Known as a gift of love
Given sharp enough to draw
I hold the rose
I hold the pain
And I still want more
[Bridge]
Will you bloom when I am empty?
Will you fade if I let go?
If I leave you in the soil
Will you still call this my home?
Cut me open
Find the garden
Where your thorns have taken root
I am bleeding
I am grateful
For the violence of your truth
[Chorus]
It is red as blood
But such a sight
How can something hurt and hold me right?
How does all this beauty rise from dirt?
Tearing through my skin
A gentle curse
Known as a gift of love
Given sharp enough to draw
I hold the rose
I hold the pain
And I still want more (still want more)
Details
GeneratedMar 5, 2026
Duration4:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Female vocals over symphonic metal core: tremolo guitars and double-kick under dark strings and choir pads. Verses stay gothic-folk with acoustic guitar, harp, and low toms; chorus erupts with soaring melody, power chords, and stacked harmonies. Bridge drops to eerie piano and distant choir, then slams back with a half-time, headbang-ready outro., gothic alternative, symphonic metal, metal, folk rock
Credits
Prompt byFaLleNAngEL
ModelAria v5
Prompt
It is red as blood but such a sight; the thorns prick you leaving you hurt how does this beauty come up from dirt known as a gift of love, female, metal, symphonic metal, gothic alternative, folk rock
