A Rose For The Dead歌词
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  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