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Oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the air -<br />albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.<br /><br />My precious,<br />likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?<br />the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery!<br /><br />Wanion its oh so damndest soul!<br />with the devil-instrument it we shall reap,<br />after the banquet obscur'd in our thole,<br />its blood so lovingly across our faces smear<br /><br />Lord of carnage,<br />Lady of carnage,<br /><br />One funeral maketh many,<br />Swarm God's acres;<br /><br />Two indeed more:<br />Blest treat of delight -<br /><br />Give praise for the blood it bled,<br />Grant a rose for the dead! <br />Grant a rose for the dead!<br /><br />Enraptur'd by the timeless beauty of the shadowsphere,<br />We two abide the overlook'd time of the watch.<br /><br />Make this cherish'd feast last<br />But until the new dawn ascendeth.<br /><br />Be still - harken the lure of night!<br />Bale in each its damndest shadow,<br />Clothe me in night, ne'er feel rue,<br />In its face, behold! naught save grue.<br /><br />Pray, ne'er come hither daylight! <br />Wane to dust the wight,<br />Velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow! <br />Misery it in velvet fright
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Oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the air -<br />albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.<br /><br />My precious,<br />likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?<br />the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery!<br /><br />Wanion its oh so damndest soul!<br />with the devil-instrument it we shall reap,<br />after the banquet obscur'd in our thole,<br />its blood so lovingly across our faces smear<br /><br />Lord of carnage,<br />Lady of carnage,<br /><br />One funeral maketh many,<br />Swarm God's acres;<br /><br />Two indeed more:<br />Blest treat of delight -<br /><br />Give praise for the blood it bled,<br />Grant a rose for the dead! <br />Grant a rose for the dead!<br /><br />Enraptur'd by the timeless beauty of the shadowsphere,<br />We two abide the overlook'd time of the watch.<br /><br />Make this cherish'd feast last<br />But until the new dawn ascendeth.<br /><br />Be still - harken the lure of night!<br />Bale in each its damndest shadow,<br />Clothe me in night, ne'er feel rue,<br />In its face, behold! naught save grue.<br /><br />Pray, ne'er come hither daylight! <br />Wane to dust the wight,<br />Velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow! <br />Misery it in velvet fright
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