A rose, from the silence

I rose from dust in silence
The night was red and cold
The Moon stood still above me
My hands were cold and numb
A flame was born inside me
It spoke with voice so thin
Dark wings move slow in silence
The bell will never ring

I am the flame you buried
The sky has cracked and low
I walk where no one lingers
My name is carved and stole
The light is weak before me
The void is wide and cold
The light is weak before me
The voice is wearing old, ooh

Gravemor waits in shadow
In my eyes, you are dark and gray

Olyndra
Sings through ruins
Her soul is lost and freezing
This is great

Netherblood feels the silence
Netherblood, her crown is gold and tilen
No one rose remains, still bleeding
Its thorns are sharp and hollow-deep

I light the stars in silence
The graveyard breathes and flows
Doomgrave will rise in darkness
And freeze what light still flows