Текст (слова) песни: Theatre Of Tragedy - A Rose for the Dead
oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear - albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.
my precious, likest thou what emergeth yon the distant? the throbbing and breathing of life`s machinery!
wanion its oh so damndest soul! with the devil-instrument it we shall reap, after the banquet obscur`d in our thole, its blood so lovingly across our faces smear
lord of carnagel,
lady of carnagel,
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!
grant a rose for the dead!
enraptur`d by the timeless beauty of the shadowsphere, we two abide the overlook`d time of the watch.
make this cherish`d feast last but until the new dawn ascendeth.
be still - harken the lure of night! bale in each its damndest shadow, cloth me in night, ne`er fell rue, in its face, behold! naught save grue.
pray, ne`er come hither daylight! velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow!
wane to dust the wight, misery it in velvet fright
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