Letra de 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,
its 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 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,
cloth me in night, ne´er fell 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.