A Rose For The Dead — текст песни (Theatre Of Tragedy)

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 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 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
Shadowsphere,
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 its damndest shadow,
Cloth me in night, ne`er fell rue,
In its 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