In Tha Umbra - Flowers For A Funeral lyrics

"Nós os ossos que aqui estamos, pelos vossos esperamos" Como um pântamo fétido e morto Estagnado e em adoração ao luar Exalava um leve cheiro adocicado a cemitério Um odor de podridão impregnava o ar Hearted with pain in nocturnal ways Conceived to a thousand d**hs To mourn the loss like a mellow fruit Thus rotting carca** in fullmoon imagery Thirteen candles support a magana in enchanting sorcery An ebbing coronach vagrant to fatbom and to raise the dead Oh d**h, art thee cold and pale as a wintry dawn Under the glow of a poisoned sun in agony Lust with mortandity as to love and rapture abandoned Lyricism, madonna lily, roses and carnation burn Hammer in skullcrushing episodes and bestial warlust Benighted and anguished fragrance, the scent of wolves Fallen with the mist upon the graves as higher goes Astarte Moonlight adorns the dead and embraces them in slumber Madalenna reborn into the night Revirgined to orgy the dead Engraving in the oldest oak the lore of eternity Mother of the dead in sunsets like blood In grieving gardens as j**els of the blackest kind Nemesis - "Now free to hunt the sheep" O luar banba a pele putrefacta de morte Flores funebres fedem e libertam vapor Num jardim onde o purgatório é a sorte Feridas mortais suam e supuram de dor The drakon hissed Descending to smothered glade Glistening in supernal bliss To awe the throng by the blade Clung and benighted with the nether darkness Of tattered, rend carca**es... caress To leche the Eden and plunder all beauty Doth the serpent ravish the light By the dew of dusk benight The sun bled away in wane to be Seven banshees sing in seven silvered dresses Seven d**hs to follow the path to the grave Seven witches dance to seven deadly songs In seven burning pentagrams as seven moonlight shadows darken Penumbrant circles close For the beast to be crowned Thirteen nails as thorns of oxidated iron Left to rest Mortals lie in sombre graves Flowers for the sun bleeding away We bones that here lay, for yours await... In shapes so hideous and snow-pale skin - a corpse Lover of shadows and all utter darkness Oh d**h, art thee cold and bloodless and pale Not a light dwells but the glow of thy scythe Carnation, roses and lilies burn Rapine voyeur of the night Focused to hunt the feeble The queen, who*e temptated to taste the scent of virginity Hecate in her celestial grave observing the falling mist Embracing the dead in their slumber Moonlight adorns the dead Thus the drakon hissed Lo! The descending and misty glade Glistening in celestial bliss To awe the flocks by the blade By the dew of sunset benight Doth the serpent ravish the light Flowers for a funeral Moonlight adorns the dead