Tiamat - Phantasma De Luxe

[Music & Lyrics: Edlund] 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