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oh - my the sweet music in the ear -
albeit, I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.

my precious,
thou what emergeth yon the distant?
the throbbing and breathing of machinery!

wanion its oh so soul!
the devil-instrument it we shall reap,
after the banquet in our thole,
its blood so across our faces smear

of carnagel,

of carnagel,

one maketh many,

swarm god's

two more:
treat of delight -

give praise for the it bled,
a rose for the dead!
grant a for the dead!

by the timeless beauty of the
shadowsphere,
we two abide the time of the watch.

make this feast last
but until the new ascendeth.

be - harken the lure of night!
bale in its damndest shadow,
cloth me in night, fell rue,
in its face, behold! save grue.

pray, ne'er hither daylight!
to dust the wight,
velvet darkness, we ourselves bestow!
misery it in fright