A Rose For The Dead lyrics
Song information
Artist: Theatre Of Tragedy
Album: A Rose For The Dead
Lyrics
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
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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