Lyrics A Rose For The Dead - Theatre Of Tragedy

A Rose For The Dead

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 carnage
Lady of carnage
-- 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