Lyrics 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

Ay 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