Lyrics:

-- oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear -
-- 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,

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!

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,
Cloth me in night, ne'er fell rue,
In its face, behold! naught save grue

Pray, ne'er come hither daylight! -- wane to dust the wight,
Velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow! -- misery it in velvet fright