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 carnagel,



lady of carnagel,



-- 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