Theatre Of TragedyTheatre Of Tragedy – A Rose For The Dead lyrics
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 it's 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
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 it's damndest shadow,
Cloth me in night, ne'er fell rue,
In it's 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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