The Crimson of Life
A dwindling Fountain of Youth
The blood of a rose's strife.
This is a waining truth
All my eyes see is blood.
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Tears of reflecting crystal
Mixing with the bloody dams
The silver shine of butcher's edge
Is clutched in my hands
All my eyes see is blood.
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No peace will come to me
The rose petals litter the ground
Only the everlasting torture
Where my blood is found.
All my eyes see is blood.
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I clutch the wound
The thin line I made
My heart is doomed
As the beating will fade.
All my eyes see is blood.
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The rose in my hand
A red shade of blood
Thorns puncture the blood gland
A red river flood
All my eyes see is blood.
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I am crying
But what will tears make?
No difference, I am dying
My own life, I will take.
All my eyes see is blood.
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The rose has died
In minutes, so will I
My love faded as I cried
Now, it's my time to die...
All my eyes see is blood...