The heavy, stirring theme for Lydia would be a soaring requiem for gothic drama and the dark heart blood for doves. . . . . soaring over the funeral services as the flaming viking-ship goes down like a funeral pyre of morbid passions in the swirling underworld of awaiting archangels.
The chariot to soul-empyrean and the pounding timpanis as the ravens weep tear-drops of blood and the dolphins swim among the marble-trees. Climbing toward the stars, the passion of our Lady of the snows. . . . .
Or at least that would be some good atmospheric trance-poetry as I bid you to enjoy.