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At Wine-Dark Midnight in Mouldering Halls

"At Wine-Dark Midnight in Mouldering Halls" Lyrics by Spectral Wound

Find in me the end of all this pallid race

Find in me the nadir, effete and dissipate

Find in me the crowning blow of this age of decline

Corrupted and weak, decadent, refined

Through fields of asphodel…

Sweet wine of witchery, perfume our fall

For thine impurity the Rose of Charon blooms

Find before you a groaning board

Corpses heaped with rotting fruit

Extravagant decay in gasping ruins laid

A rebours et sans salut!

Fly not the craven course of sanitas and strength

In spleen and song and mire, the smitten harp inspires

Through fields of asphodel, traipsing the empire of sorrow

Raise high your chalice child, drink to our demise

Drink deep! Poison deliver us all

From vile submission to life

Only the indolent know

What calming dishonor

What vile submission, life

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