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A Rose for the Dead - Theatre Of Tragedy
Oh my dearest the sweet
Music in the ear
Albeit daresay I the lullaby
Of an everso dark sleep
My precious
Likest though what emergeth you the distant
The throbbing and breathing
Of life's machinery
Wanion it's oh so damndest soul
With the devil instrument
It we shall reap
After the banquet obscurd in our thole
It's blood so lovingly
Across our faces smear
Lord of carnage
Lady of carnage
One funeral maketh many
Swarm god's acres
Two indeed more
Blest treat of delight
Give praise for the blood it bled
Grant a rose for the dead
Enrapturd by the timeless
Beauty of the shadowsphere
We two abide the overlookd
Time of the watch
Make this cherishd feast last
But until the new dawn ascendeth
Be still harken the lure of night
Bale in each it's damndest shadow
Cloth me in night neer fell rue
In it's face behold naught save grue
Pray neer come hither daylight
Misery it in velvet fright
