[Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy]
oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear -
albeit, daresay I, the
lullaby of an everso dark sleep.
likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?
the throbbing and breathing of
wanion its oh so damndest soul!
with the devil-instrument it we shall reap,
after the banquet obscur'd in
its blood so lovingly across our faces smear
lord of carnage!,
lady of carnage!,
one funeral maketh
swarm god's acres;
two indeed more:
blest treat of delight -
give praise for the blood it bled,
rose for the dead!
grant a rose for the dead!
enraptur'd by the timeless beauty of the
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
bale in each its damndest shadow,
cloth me in night, ne'er fell rue,
in its face, behold! naught save
pray, ne'er come hither daylight!
wane to dust the wight,
velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow!
misery it in