Текст (слова) песни: Theatre Of Tragedy - A Rose For The Dead
Albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep. R: My precious, Likest thou what emergeth yon the distant? The throbbing and breathing of life`s machinery! LK: 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, R: Lady of carnagel, LK: One funeral maketh many, R: Swarm god`s acres; LK: Two indeed more: Blest treat of delight - R: Give praise for the blood it bled, Grant a rose for the dead! LK: Grant a rose for the dead! R: Enraptur`d by the timeless beauty of the Shadowsphere, We two abide the overlook`d time of the watch. LK: Make this cherish`d feast last But until the new dawn ascendeth. R: 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! LK: Wane to dust the wight, Misery it in velvet fright
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