Dry out the Springs that Water the Rose

I shall dry out the springs that water the rose
Watch time pass on, watch it fill up with snow
For this hope of mine it may but a crippled thought
But it remains a thread, in the web I have wrought
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Oh sick love, oh passion, I am kept in your claws
In your mirror I am forced to see clear all my flaws
Thy black heart, how I wish to tare it out
To scream out my hate and my anger out loud
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Like a wolf on the prowl I drift through the night
With no regards for what is wrong and what is right
A tainted heart pounding the rhythm of the beast
Kept safe from the crimson dawn of the east
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Eyes of shadow, follow your path of blood
Upon which I have thee sent
shield me from emotion, hide me from love
that your gaze shall see, what it cannot mend
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Let thou, my blackened soul, behold
The ghost within that cries out pain 
And shaded music that thus unfolds
Shall make ice of the tear, make it fall all in vain
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With blizzard in heart, with lusterless eyes
Shall I suffer no anger, suffer no lie
Alone shall I wander, in the shadows of night
Beneath that cold moon, that shines all alight 
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I shall dry out the springs that water the rose
And smile to oblivion, as down the the shaded river I flow...