Theatre of Tragedy 01 A rose for the dead Lyrics

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 d___dest 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 d___dest 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