歌曲 | Bring Forth Ye Shadow |
歌手 | Theatre of Tragedy |
专辑 | Velvet Darkness They Fear |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bjastad ... | |
Time is an abyss - | |
Profound as a thousand nights; | |
I sojourn my haste, | |
I make respites | |
For what availeth this eager peace? | |
One step more naught to face, | |
Save the heirloom fatal kiss. | |
I rave no more 'gainst | |
Time or Fate, | |
For lo! my own shall ne'er come to me, | |
Yet! - Who doth my future narrate? | |
Dim the lights - | |
I cannot see! | |
Bring forth ye | |
Shadow! -With whom danceth thou? | |
Time hath stopp'd - | |
Yet for others ne'er halteth; | |
For me the | |
Pages of Life do not turn, | |
Lo! - on the funeral pyre they burn. | |
The oh so eathing | |
Velvet Darkness they fear - | |
Heed! - wherefore delve a burrow, | |
When in my arms "O! Come here"? - | |
I say, elsehither is naught but sorrow! | |
For what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
When through my veins it could flood? - | |
Bide to merry-make me unaptly; | |
And hence grant me the fell gift, | |
The gift of passing on the dark trick.' | |
Tis such a brazen act of erotic; | |
Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift, | |
O! such an innocence depriv'd so hastily - | |
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
When through my veins it will flood? |
zuo ci : Bjastad ... | |
Time is an abyss | |
Profound as a thousand nights | |
I sojourn my haste, | |
I make respites | |
For what availeth this eager peace? | |
One step more naught to face, | |
Save the heirloom fatal kiss. | |
I rave no more ' gainst | |
Time or Fate, | |
For lo! my own shall ne' er come to me, | |
Yet! Who doth my future narrate? | |
Dim the lights | |
I cannot see! | |
Bring forth ye | |
Shadow! With whom danceth thou? | |
Time hath stopp' d | |
Yet for others ne' er halteth | |
For me the | |
Pages of Life do not turn, | |
Lo! on the funeral pyre they burn. | |
The oh so eathing | |
Velvet Darkness they fear | |
Heed! wherefore delve a burrow, | |
When in my arms " O! Come here"? | |
I say, elsehither is naught but sorrow! | |
For what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
When through my veins it could flood? | |
Bide to merrymake me unaptly | |
And hence grant me the fell gift, | |
The gift of passing on the dark trick.' | |
Tis such a brazen act of erotic | |
Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift, | |
O! such an innocence depriv' d so hastily | |
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
When through my veins it will flood? |
zuò cí : Bjastad ... | |
Time is an abyss | |
Profound as a thousand nights | |
I sojourn my haste, | |
I make respites | |
For what availeth this eager peace? | |
One step more naught to face, | |
Save the heirloom fatal kiss. | |
I rave no more ' gainst | |
Time or Fate, | |
For lo! my own shall ne' er come to me, | |
Yet! Who doth my future narrate? | |
Dim the lights | |
I cannot see! | |
Bring forth ye | |
Shadow! With whom danceth thou? | |
Time hath stopp' d | |
Yet for others ne' er halteth | |
For me the | |
Pages of Life do not turn, | |
Lo! on the funeral pyre they burn. | |
The oh so eathing | |
Velvet Darkness they fear | |
Heed! wherefore delve a burrow, | |
When in my arms " O! Come here"? | |
I say, elsehither is naught but sorrow! | |
For what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
When through my veins it could flood? | |
Bide to merrymake me unaptly | |
And hence grant me the fell gift, | |
The gift of passing on the dark trick.' | |
Tis such a brazen act of erotic | |
Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift, | |
O! such an innocence depriv' d so hastily | |
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
When through my veins it will flood? |