A Rose for the Dead

Oh, my dearest, the sweet music in the air
 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
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 Wanion, its, oh, so damndest soul
 With the devil instrument, it we shall reap
 After the banquet obscured 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
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 Give praise for the blood it bled
 Grant a rose for the dead (grant a rose for the dead)
 Enraptured by the timeless beauty of the shadow sphere
 We two abide the overlooked time of the watch
 Make this cherished feast last
 But until the new dawn ascendeth
 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
 Wane to dust the wight (pray, ne'er come)
 Misery it in velvet fright (ne'er come hither daylight)
 Velvet darkness, velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow