Thorns (remastered)

In the shadow of a silvered moon,

I wait where roses fear to bloom.

A heart sewn from shadows, sharp and thin,

Guarded by the night that stirs within.

Every pulse becomes a plea,

Every scar a melody.

Will you dare to dance with me

Through the pain no eyes can see?

A heart made of thorns, waiting for someone willing to bleed.

Two souls collide, where darkness and light plant forbidden seeds.

In the echo of sighs, in the tremor of night,

I’ll bleed for your fire, if you’ll bleed for mine.

Candles flicker on cold stone walls;

Time bends, yet the longing calls.

Your shadow brushes the edges of mine—

Broken pieces that realign.

Every pulse becomes a plea,

Every scar a melody.

Will you dare to dance with me

Through the pain no eyes can see?

A heart made of thorns, waiting for someone willing to bleed.

Two souls collide, where darkness and light plant forbidden seeds.

In the echo of sighs, in the tremor of night,

I’ll bleed for your fire, if you’ll bleed for mine.

The storm of our yearning splits the skies.

A dance of agony, a waltz of pain—

I crave the storm if you crave the rain.

A heart made of thorns, waiting for someone willing to bleed—

Bleed with me, love, in our dark symphony.

So step into the dark; let the world recede.

Only here, only now, will you taste my need.

A heart made of thorns, yet alive, yet free—

Bleed with me, love, in our dark symphony.