A Song By The Hearth
Albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep
R: My precious
Likest thou what emergeth yon the distant
The throbbing and breathing of life's machinery
LK: 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 smea
Lord of carnagel
R: Lady of carnagel
LK: One funeral maketh many
R: Swarm god's acres
LK: Two indeed more
Blest treat of delight
R: Give praise for the blood it bled
Grant a rose for the dead
LK: Grant a rose for the dead
R: Enraptur'd by the timeless beauty of th
Shadowsphere
We two abide the overlook'd time of the watch
LK: Make this cherish'd feast las
But until the new dawn ascendeth
R: 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
Velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow
LK: Wane to dust the wight
Misery it in velvet fright
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