Theatre of Tragedy Lyrics
"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 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