Celebration
Onto the paper scribe I the words that fro my heart move
With every dight letter, with the ebb of ink,
The point of the quill my penmanship »
Bacchante Closure: Live [Bonus Track]
by Theatre of Tragedy
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And not in dight of higher ground? Fenced themselves in their own pasture You find it assuring That they might ge lost in themselves But Christian soldiers »
What You're Hiding Living a Dream
by Garrin Benfield
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naméd,
Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike - yet whettéd and dight are its edges... »
Seraphic Deviltry Identity Four
by Theatre of Tragedy
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and good night, with roses be-dight
Lilies o'er head, lay thee down in thy bed
Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight
I'll protect you from »
Brahms' Lullaby Lullaby
by Jewel
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