Verse I
Beyond the spine of fractured halls beneath sepulchral haze,
Where shattered arches choked the sky like ribs around dead reigns.
The twilight breathed through broken stone in slow cathedral groans,
While every step disturbed the hush of ages left alone.
I chased the ghost of Lyra’s voice through ruins left to drown,
Her memory burned behind my eyes like empires sinking down.
The stars above were blind and cold, the earth refused to close,
Until I saw the marble shrine that held the Silver Rose.
Chorus
Silver Rose — you drink the grief from every open vein,
You pull the dead through splintered worlds to suffer once again.
Silver Rose — your petals bloom where all salvation froze,
A crown of love, a mouth of wolves — my cold Silver Rose.
(Solo Heavy Guitar)
Verse II
Golden fingers forged from bone arose beneath the gleam,
Like saints condemned to drag their sins beyond the edge of dream.
A hooded watcher turned to me with embers for a face,
While every shadow in the vault bent downward into disgrace.
The creature spoke like rusted chains dragged slowly through the flood,
“Desire is a starving god that feeds itself with blood.”
Its fingers pointed toward the bloom now breathing like a lung,
While whispers crawled between the thorns in dead forgotten tongues.
Then truth arrived like sharpened steel beneath a frozen tide,
Lyra gave her soul away the night I should have died.
No heaven heard her final breath, no mercy left its stone,
She fed the Rose her living heart to keep me from my own.
Chorus
Silver Rose — you drink the grief from every open vein,
You pull the dead through splintered worlds to suffer once again.
Silver Rose — your petals bloom where all salvation froze,
A crown of love, a mouth of wolves — my cold Silver Rose.
( Long Guitar Solo)
Shrieking bends cut through collapsing drums,
Like silver tearing open tombs.
(Inferno Section)
I HEARD THE SCREAMS INSIDE THE SILVER!
THOUSANDS LOCKED BENEATH THE GLASS!
LOVERS TURNED TO HOLLOW HUNTERS!
PRAYING FOR THE END TO PASS!
The petals twisted in my sight like serpents born in fire,
Their mirrored skin began to pulse with violent black desire.
The marble cracked beneath the shrine, the runes began to bleed,
And every voice inside the Rose awakened there to feed.
The storm came clawing through the vaults with teeth of molten frost,
While shadows rose from underneath to drag me through the lost.
The golden hands around my wrist grew tighter than remorse,
As if the shrine itself had grown alive with starving force.
Then Lyra walked from silver smoke — unfinished, pale and torn,
Like moonlight stitched to funeral cloth the night a child is born.
Her eyes still held the fragile ache of everything we were,
Yet every word she spoke to me became a burial prayer.
“Why did you call me back again…?”
Final Chorus
Silver Rose — I carved my soul against your vicious bloom,
Now every heartbeat drags her deeper through a living tomb.
Silver Rose — your roots now coil through every vow I chose,
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