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Bacchante

	作词 : Theatre of Tragedy
	Ado with a mean woe,
	An ado as aglow;
	Belying the paynim
	Thou rewrot'st the tome -
	An ivy-crown'd and dancing,
	And fawn'd and trancing -
	Espying the surly wud,
	And heeding her not.
	Celebration
	Afear'd of
	Bacchante,
	And dost thou 'hold the yill? -
	Behind is the sleepless;
	Eyne 'holding na mo.
	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 doth mirror;Tales of theft and adultery,Tales of devilment and witchery -Tales of me"
	Celebration
	Bacchari

	zuò cí : Theatre of Tragedy
	Ado with a mean woe,
	An ado as aglow
	Belying the paynim
	Thou rewrot' st the tome
	An ivycrown' d and dancing,
	And fawn' d and trancing
	Espying the surly wud,
	And heeding her not.
	Celebration
	Afear' d of
	Bacchante,
	And dost thou ' hold the yill?
	Behind is the sleepless
	Eyne ' holding na mo.
	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 doth mirror Tales of theft and adultery, Tales of devilment and witchery Tales of me"
	Celebration
	Bacchari