ts 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 smear

lord of carnagel,

lady of carnagel,

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 fell rue,
in its face, behold! naught save grue.

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


2. Der Spiegel

[Text von Raymond, Musik von Theatre of Tragedy]

der spiegel,
in dem ich die schatten seh';
das schwarze licht, welches mein schloß verschließt
und draußen, der teufel und die schwarze hexe:
singendes, tanzendes ihm verfallenes wesen.
hörst du denn nicht wie der wolf heult?!,
doch das blut sprengt meine adern -
jeder strahl führt mich dem untergang näher:
ich spüre, wie berauscht ich bin,
die sonne scheint nie wieder diesem spiegel,
der mond aber leuchtet meinem körper;
staub - ich trinke das verfluchte wasser,
blut - ich liebte diesen rosengarten,
ich krieche durch diese spitzen dornen,
mein geist lebt in der dunkelheit -
schwarz; - das nichts; - unendlich;
erbe des bösen -
gott klopft an meine tür,
und der spiegel
zerbricht.


3. As The Shadows Dance

[Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy]

my eyes hold the eventide,
albeit behind the eyes thou hast
thro' which I 'hold naught else
a flame enshroudéd in its blackness;
but the raven;
burning without the faintest breeze.
sleep my dearest ones -
teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
mind not the palling velvet darkness
thou by such angst mark'd art?!

wherefore is here loneliness?;
infinite hollowness
in which my thoughts echo,
to the shadows i whisper -
with the shadows i waltz -
bear me; i am not the plague,
altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?!

dare not naysaying my grant;
dance no longer with the shadows,
vanish with me abaft the unlight! -
dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard;
o! the taste on thine lips;
dance with me the mephisto waltz.
a trickling deep red love -
wedlock 'twixt day and night -
everlasting lightheartédness -
offer me relief fro the sunrays.
a kiss for thee my dear.

ah! such delight i sense:
eternally and ne'erendingly;
savour the bitter grapes of life!
a soulsister of thine i am.

let me openly greet thy kiss;
the most loving and caring bites.

grant me thineself!,
i bore the woe in my heart,
my heart was shatter'd into its tithe,
as i depart embrace me,
save yet are its chambers in flood.
and in paltry time will i re-awake -
i love thee.


4. Decades

[Joy Division Cover]
[Words by Ian Curtis, Music by Joy Division]

Here are the young men,
a weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men,
well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors
of hell's darker chambers
Pushed to the limits
we dragged ourselves in
Watched from the wings as
the scenes were replaying
We saw ourselves now as
we never have seen
Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered
and never were freed
Where have they been [4]

Weary inside, now our heats
lost forever
Can't replace the fear
or the thrill of the chase
These rituals showed up the door
for our wanderings
Opened and shut, then slammed
in our face
Where have they been [4]