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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
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
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
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