From beginning to end, this song took four months to write, compose, arrange, and record. It was definitely worth it.

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I
Dry kisses of the black rose anathema,
An offering of angry romance.
Moonlight shines below a black sun
During our endless waltz of dance.

Hurry to the junction of our extrapolation,
Beyond what is known and will ever be.
I will find you in the remnant of ourselves
And then all the world will begin to see.

Phantom limbs of archaic might;
I can hear your heart beating.
Hold me in your arms so tight,
All of my memories are fleeting.

Beyond the sky lies a deeper heaven:
It is ransoming our minds.
In the vengeful slaughter of iniquity,
I will find a glory that blinds.

And our hearts will beat with hate,
And our veins will fill with rage.
The black rose anathema
Will become our cage.

Phantom limbs of archaic might;
I can hear your heart beating.
Hold me in your arms so tight,
All of my memories are fleeting.


II
All of my memories are fleeting!
Running away!

And everybody in the world,
Seems to know me well.
I'm a part of the sacrifice,
To save them from their hell.(2x)


III
Existential,
Where are we going?
Radical,
The rivers of doubt overflowing.

Love is dying,
But baby, I'm still trying.
Love is dying,
But baby, I'm still trying.

Existential,
Where are we going?
Radical,
The rivers of doubt overflowing.(2x)


IV
Phantom limbs of archaic might;
I can hear your heart beating.
Hold me in your arms so tight,
All of my memories are fleeting.

Everyone, everyone,
Everyone wants to love you.
But no one, no one,
No one knows what to do.

Phantom limbs of archaic might,
Phantom limbs of archaic might,

Phantom limbs of archaic might,
Hold on to me so tight. (2x)

This is the black rose anathema
Of misunderstood love.(2x)


V
Dry kisses of the black rose anathema,
An offering of angry romance.
Moonlight shines below a black sun
During our endless waltz of dance.

And our hearts will beat with hate,
And our veins will fill with rage.
The black rose anathema
Will become our cage.