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
It's blood so lovingly across our faces smear

Lord of carnagel
(Lady of carnagel)
One funeral maketh many
(Swarm god's acres)
Two indeed more, blest treat of delighy
(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, misery it in velvetfright
(Wane to dust the wight, velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow)