Låttexter: Theatre Of Tragedy. Velvet Darkness They Fear. Fair And 'guiling Copesmate Death.

"Gaunt and gnarl'd
Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin' aghast,
And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast."
"Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,
Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest,
The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide,
'Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest -
To be adust for time longer can I not bide,
Hence the heart hale out thro' the chest!
Misery thee?! - Rather misery me! -
For in Time's durance am I naught but wee."
"Sensing this pine is as deep as the
deepest chasm,
Hither! - cede and fulfil my phantasm!
Cherish me and sonorously do me laud -
For dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd."
"This tender and loving pest I to the bequeath,
Thence swiftly wilt thou errant to 'Neath."
"And to me should'st thou be the humblemost knave,
Lest fear! - spit I on thy cist and grave! -
Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch,
And the tharms fluttering claw'd and eldritch."
"To conquer thee and thy blood for glore

Art thou my afeared and reluctant whore;
Irksomely coy, save wilied by alarum,
Bear this torture and maim with decorum."
"If e'er always was I this blissful and blithe
Would I resign to but its wee tithe."
"Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge,
And to thee will I sing the lull-dull
dirge;
Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll."
"Burrow to the trothplight with the Nigh and Devil! -
Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill."
"Whilom wast thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,
Elsewise will I coerce
thine consonantry to turn whist;
Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath,
So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester,
For do I solely what He to me liefly saith."
"Death - oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate Death,
Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester!"