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Shadow of the Black Rose - Black Rose vs Templars - R5 of August 2025 Alliance Championship

Lyrics by freshbots Music by Suno Shadow of the Black Rose In the twilight’s grasp, the Templars ride, Hearts of iron, but their honor lies, Elysium’s gold, they covet the gleam, Unaware of the nightmare that lurks in their dream. With swords unsheathed, they march with pride, Through whispers of thunder, the lost souls cried, But fate’s cruel hand, it weaves a dark thread, As the Black Rose guards their sacred dread. In the shadows, the roses burn, A dance of death, the tides will turn, Templars clash with a spirit of night, Fate sealed in blood, like a raven in flight. Panic ignites as the darkness unfolds, An assassin’s blade, their destiny sold. Elysian treasure shall not be their prize, In the heart of the storm, the Black Rose shall rise! Their armor glints like a serpent's grin, But the elite guard waits, cold within, With eyes like daggers, and hearts forged in fire, They stand as shadows, a hellish choir. The Templars charged, with valor unspent, But into the maw of despair they were sent. A figure cloaked, a tempest in the night, In silence he moved, a whispering blight. In the shadows, the roses burn, A dance of death, the tides will turn, Templars clash with a spirit of night, Fate sealed in blood, like a raven in flight. Panic ignites as the darkness unfolds, An assassin’s blade, their destiny sold. Elysian treasure shall not be their prize, In the heart of the storm, the Black Rose shall rise! Crimson rivers flow, a requiem of the slain, Screams lost to the night, like a symphony of pain. The assassin strikes, he’s a whisper of doom, As shadows consume the light of their bloom. Fear turns to chaos, like thunder in the skies, They see the hooded figure and the fire in his eyes. Training and valor, they crumble like dust, In the face of the night, it’s betrayal they trust. In the shadows, the roses burn, A dance of death, the tides will turn, Templars clash with a spirit of night, Fate sealed in blood, like a raven in flight. Panic ignites as the darkness unfolds, An assassin’s blade, their destiny sold. Elysian treasure shall not be their prize, In the heart of the storm, the Black Rose shall rise!