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 obscur'd in our thole
Its blood so lovingly across our faces smear
Lord of carnage
One funeral maketh many
Two indeed more blest treat of delight
Grant a rose for the dead
Lady of carnage
Swarm God's acres
Give praise for the blood it bled
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
Clothe me in night, ne'er feel rue
In its face, behold, naught save grue
Pray, ne'er come hither daylight
Velvet darkness
Wane to dust the wight
Misery it in velvet fright
Velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow
