Theatre Of Tragedy - A rose for the dead: lyrics de la chanson

Liv:
“Oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear -
Albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an ever so dark sleep.”

Raymond:
“My precious,
Likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?
The throbbing and breathing of life's machinery!”

Liv:
“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.”

Liv:
“Lord of carnage!”

Raymond:
“Lady of carnage!”

Liv:
“One funeral maketh many,”

Raymond:
“Swarm god's acres;”

Liv:
“Two indeed more:
Blest treat of delight -”

Raymond:
“Give praise for the blood it bled,
Grant a rose for the dead!”

Liv:
“Grant a rose for the dead!”

Raymond:
“Enraptur'd by the timeless beauty of the
Shadowsphere,
We two abide the overlook'd time of the watch.”

Liv:
“Make this cherish'd feast last
But until the new dawn ascendeth.”

Raymond:
“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.”

Raymond:
“Pray, ne'er come hither daylight!
Velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow!”

Liv:
“Wane to dust the wight,
Misery it in velvet fright.”