Píseň: Phantasma De Luxe

Interpret:
Tiamat
Album:
A Deeper Kind Of Slumber
This dole crowner gallows me 
As this mere welkin hallowed be 
Whereupon I trick and train and tire 
To limn my umbered love in fire 


Before this noble mare bewrays 
As I clearly see it decays 
In debile coil of smoke suspires 
May our last orison quickens as we 
Are drumbling near this poize 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 eale's but a slumbering lier 
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