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Une Rose de Sang | Vampire the Masquerade | Alexander of Paris

#vampirethemasquerade #wod #aimusic #sunoai Donate: https://boosty.to/slythnort/donate Lyrics: "History is written in blood... but some blood is bluer than others." From the ashes of Rome to the Frankish throne, He carved a kingdom that was his alone. Beside Charlemagne’s ear, through the Lilies of white, He gathered the Roses to dance in the night. The scepter of ages, the silk and the steel, He built a Grand Court for the Kindred to kneel. Oh, Alexander! The master of the play, You lead the immortals in a golden array. A world of perfection, a garden of grace, Where time is a servant to your noble face. The Prince of the Lilies, the king of the thorn, In the heart of Paris, your story is told! Through centuries of order, she mirrored his light, Lorraine, his Rose in the Parisian night. But passion is lawless, a fire in the veins, She sought a new master to break through his chains. He watched from the throne as her loyalty died, Choked by the jealousy, broken by pride. He caught the sweet scent of a lover’s deceit, And cast his perfection at tragedy's feet. A masterpiece drawn in the blood that he shed, The halls of the Louvre turned to silence and dread. He trapped her last breath in a petal of red, "My Rose is eternal," the Methuselah said. Oh, Alexander! The master of the play, You washed the sins of passion in a crimson tide away. You drained her life into a flower, a trophy for your pride, Une rose de sang, where your mercy came to die. The Prince of Paris weeps, but he won't let go the thorn, In the chalice of your madness, a tyrant’s soul is torn! The Grand Court has fallen, the world turns to grey, His childer have driven their sire away. From the silk of the Louvre to the iron and frost, The scepter is broken, the mandate is lost. In the woods of Livonia, where the wild Beast rose, He clutches the ghost of his red, bloody rose. The ice is closing in... the white turns into black. I hear the iron heavy steps... are you here, Qarakh? No more court to rule, no more blood to keep. Only the frozen silence, and the promise of the sleep. L'amour est mort. Ma rose... est froide. Music: Created with Suno AI Visuals: Generated by Gemini Enhancement: Upscaled via Simple Upscale Model / Photoshop Editing & FX: CapCut, Adobe Premiere