In the garden of forgotten dreams, where the moonlit whispers sing
A single flower, pale and grim, blooms under the raven's wing
Its petals black as the deepest night, drink the sorrow from the moonlight
Whispering tales of the lost and gone, in a world where hope has long withdrawn
Bloom, oh bloom, in silence weep, for the hearts that cannot sleep
In the shadow of decay, your beauty fades away
The air is thick, only the scent of doom, where this flower is the only bloom
Its roots entwined with the bones of time, in a soil of forgotten crime
Each petal falls with a silent scream, echoing through realms unseen
A dirge for the end, for what once was, before the world turned to dust
In the cracks of the night, where stars don't shine, this bloom is both curse and sign
Of an era's end, of a soul's decline, a requiem for the divine
Bloom, oh bloom, in silence weep, for the hearts that cannot sleep
In the shadow of decay, your beauty fades away
The last bloom wilts the night, grown old rest, where the last bloom was the best
In silence it stands, a monument true, to the beauty that melancholia drew
The air is thick, only the scent of doom, where this flower is the only bloom
Its roots entwined with the bones of time, in a soil of forgotten crime
Your beauty fades away
All away
Your beauty fades away