Tiamat Phantasma De Luxe
This dole crowner gallows me As this mere welkin hallowed be Where upon I trick and train and tire To limn my umbered love in fire Before this noble mare betrays As I clearly see it all decays In debile coil of smoke surprises As our last orison quickens as we Are trembling near this poise of free Quell me maculate slowly dyer Case my remains with sharpened brier Atone me to my throes curtail To dim and dire fields I vail And my ale's but a slumbering liar Then so lingered here but none To buckle back what had begun In molten aeons caged desire Dared phantasma us much higher Ceased to milch the clover flower Neither raindrops nor my lover Shall restore what has been done When we're all keeled in freezing sun
