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Dead Roses by Under Morrigans Spell

Dead Roses

Verse 1
I walk through the garden we once knew
Petals underfoot, faded from red to blue
The sunlight’s cold, the sky is gray
The roses we planted have all died away

Your laughter once danced in the summer air
Now only echoes linger, empty and bare
I touch the stems where our hands once met
And feel the sharpness of a love I can’t forget

Pre-Chorus 1
We watered them with dreams, and kissed them with hope
But frost came silently, and now I can’t cope
The fragrance is gone, only thorns remain
And I’m left here, mourning the pain

Chorus
Dead roses, lying where our hearts used to bloom
Frozen petals falling in the gloom
The fire of love turned to ash and ice
Every memory now comes with a price
Dead roses, whispers of a life that’s gone
I hold the thorns, but the warmth is withdrawn

Verse 2
I remember your eyes, how they shone like spring
Now winter’s shadow has taken everything
We danced in the rain, we bled in the sun
But seasons changed, and our hearts came undone

I try to salvage the leaves of our past
But they crumble in my hands, they never last
The soil is barren, the roots are weak
And all that remains is the silence we speak

Pre-Chorus 2
I called your name in the dead of night
Hoping the bloom might return to light
But even the earth can’t revive what’s gone
And I stand alone with the cold at dawn

Bridge
Maybe we were meant to wither and fade
A story in frost, a love unmade
I’ll plant no more, I’ll water no seed
The garden is silent, it answers no need

But still I linger among what once thrived
Touching the ghosts of a love that survived
Just enough to break me, just enough to know
That even the sweetest rose can bow to snow

Chorus (Extended)
Dead roses, lying where our hearts used to bloom
Frozen petals falling in the gloom
The fire of love turned to ash and ice
Every memory now comes with a price
Dead roses, whispers of a life that’s gone
I hold the thorns, but the warmth is withdrawn

Outro
I leave the garden, the petals behind
A grave of our love, frozen in time
No scent, no color, no whisper of prose
Just the quiet mourning of… dead roses