Theatre Of Tragedy - A Rose For The Dead lyrics

rate me

oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the air -

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,

clothe me in night, ne'er feel 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