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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  
in its face, behold! naught save [bad word]  

pray, [bad word] hither daylight! 
velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow! 

wane to dust the wight, 
misery it in velvet fright