Theatre Of Tragedy - 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 -
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 -
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