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a rose for the dead
歌手：theatre of tragedy
专辑：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 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! - 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! - wane to dust the wight,
velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow! - misery it in velvet fright
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