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Black-haired queen with lonesome eyes
Her love’s a ghost that never dies
She draws a circle in deep despair,
She cast her words into the air,
Let love be found.. Lux in nocte!


No heart will answer.. no luck was found..
A demon rose from ash and grieving sound,
But gave her hope and stole her breath,
Two twisted hearts began to swell
In the dark...the Black Rose Spell


She saw the ache in his roar
A soul that once was something more
She touched his hand it did not burn
Through cursed flesh, a fate would turn
Give me your heart.. Break the chains..


No prayer could break the spell
But love defied the gates of hell
She gave him breath, she took his pain
She dragged him from the devil’s chain
He chose her heart, not hell’s command
Two broken hearts became as one,
No more chains and no need to run,
The demon stays..the curse is done
The black rose blooms and love was found.