歌曲 | To Everlasting Oblivion |
歌手 | L'Âme Immortelle |
专辑 | In Einer Zukunft Aus Tränen und Stahl |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Marston, Medwenitsch | |
Thou mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant | |
Deride me not, thought I seem petulant | |
To fall into thy chops. Let others pray | |
For ever their fair poems flourish may. | |
But as for me, hungry oblivion | |
Devour me quick, accept my orison | |
My earnest prayers | |
Which do importune thee, | |
With gloomy shade of thy still empery, | |
My earnest prayers | |
Which do importune thee, | |
To vail both me and my poesy | |
Far worthier lines in silence of thy state | |
Do sleep securely free from love or hate, | |
From which this living near can be exempt | |
But whilst it breathes | |
will hate and fury tempt | |
Then close his eyes | |
with thy all-dimming hand, | |
Which not right actions can withstand (2x) | |
Peace, hateful tongues | |
I now in silent pace | |
Unless some hounds | |
do wake me from my place | |
Then close his eyes | |
with thy all-dimming hand, | |
Which not right actions can withstand (2x) | |
I with this sharp, yet well meant poesy | |
Will sleep secure, right free from injury | |
I with this sharp, yet well meant poesy | |
Of cankered hate, or rankest villainy |
zuo qu : Marston, Medwenitsch | |
Thou mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant | |
Deride me not, thought I seem petulant | |
To fall into thy chops. Let others pray | |
For ever their fair poems flourish may. | |
But as for me, hungry oblivion | |
Devour me quick, accept my orison | |
My earnest prayers | |
Which do importune thee, | |
With gloomy shade of thy still empery, | |
My earnest prayers | |
Which do importune thee, | |
To vail both me and my poesy | |
Far worthier lines in silence of thy state | |
Do sleep securely free from love or hate, | |
From which this living near can be exempt | |
But whilst it breathes | |
will hate and fury tempt | |
Then close his eyes | |
with thy alldimming hand, | |
Which not right actions can withstand 2x | |
Peace, hateful tongues | |
I now in silent pace | |
Unless some hounds | |
do wake me from my place | |
Then close his eyes | |
with thy alldimming hand, | |
Which not right actions can withstand 2x | |
I with this sharp, yet well meant poesy | |
Will sleep secure, right free from injury | |
I with this sharp, yet well meant poesy | |
Of cankered hate, or rankest villainy |
zuò qǔ : Marston, Medwenitsch | |
Thou mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant | |
Deride me not, thought I seem petulant | |
To fall into thy chops. Let others pray | |
For ever their fair poems flourish may. | |
But as for me, hungry oblivion | |
Devour me quick, accept my orison | |
My earnest prayers | |
Which do importune thee, | |
With gloomy shade of thy still empery, | |
My earnest prayers | |
Which do importune thee, | |
To vail both me and my poesy | |
Far worthier lines in silence of thy state | |
Do sleep securely free from love or hate, | |
From which this living near can be exempt | |
But whilst it breathes | |
will hate and fury tempt | |
Then close his eyes | |
with thy alldimming hand, | |
Which not right actions can withstand 2x | |
Peace, hateful tongues | |
I now in silent pace | |
Unless some hounds | |
do wake me from my place | |
Then close his eyes | |
with thy alldimming hand, | |
Which not right actions can withstand 2x | |
I with this sharp, yet well meant poesy | |
Will sleep secure, right free from injury | |
I with this sharp, yet well meant poesy | |
Of cankered hate, or rankest villainy |