[00:24.76]：SillyGodDisco
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[00:56.94]oh - my dearest
[01:03.09]the sweet music in the air
[01:08.09]albeit, daresay I
[01:12.78]the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.
[01:18.37]my precious,
[01:20.00]likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?
[01:27.09]the throbbing and breathing of lifes machinery!
[01:35.75]wanion its oh so damndest soul!
[01:47.57]with the devil-instrument it we shall reap,
[01:55.41]after the banquet obscurd in our thole,
[02:03.78]its blood so lovingly across our faces smear
[02:17.32]lord of carnage,
[02:22.51]lady of carnage,
[02:26.01]one funeral maketh many,
[02:30.38]swarm Gods acres;
[02:36.16]two indeed more:
[02:39.13]blest treat of delight -
[02:44.39]give praise for the blood it bled,
[02:51.23]grant a rose for the dead!
[02:52.92]grant a rose for the dead!
[02:56.48]enrapturd by the timeless beauty of the shadowsphere,
[03:04.86]we two abide the overlookd time of the watch.
[03:15.33]make this cherishd feast last
[03:24.20]but until the new dawn ascendeth.
[03:35.58]
[03:53.00]be still - harken the lure of night!
[04:00.33]bale in each its damndest shadow,
[04:09.43]clothe me in night, neer feel rue,
[04:18.18]in its face, behold! naught save grue.
[04:26.80]
[04:44.81]pray, neer come hither daylight!
[04:48.47]wane to dust the wight,
[04:54.81]velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow!

：SillyGodDisco
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 lifes machinery!
wanion its oh so damndest soul!
with the devil-instrument it we shall reap,
after the banquet obscurd in our thole,
its blood so lovingly across our faces smear
lord of carnage,
lady of carnage,
one funeral maketh many,
swarm Gods 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!
enrapturd by the timeless beauty of the shadowsphere,
we two abide the overlookd time of the watch.
make this cherishd 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, neer feel rue,
in its face, behold! naught save grue.
pray, neer come hither daylight!
wane to dust the wight,
velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow!