מילים לשיר A Rose For The Dead – Theatre Of Tragedy

oh
my precious,
likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?
the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery! lady of carnagel, 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. bale in each its damndest shadow,
be still cloth me in night, ne'er fell rue,
in its face, behold! naught save grue. pray, ne'er come hither daylight! velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow! -- misery it in velvet fright.