Song | As the Shadows Dance |
Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
Album | A Rose of the Dead/In Perspect |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Theater of Tragedy | |
my eyes hold the eventide, | |
albeit behind the eyes thou hast | |
thro' which I 'hold naught else | |
a flame enshroudéd in its blackness; | |
but the raven; | |
burning without the faintest breeze. | |
sleep my dearest ones - | |
teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore | |
mind not the palling velvet darkness | |
thou by such angst mark'd art?! | |
wherefore is here loneliness?; | |
infinite hollowness | |
in which my thoughts echo, | |
to the shadows i whisper - | |
with the shadows i waltz - | |
bear me; i am not the plague, | |
altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?! | |
dare not naysaying my grant; | |
dance no longer with the shadows, | |
vanish with me abaft the unlight! - | |
dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard; | |
o! the taste on thine lips; | |
dance with me the mephisto waltz. | |
a trickling deep red love - | |
wedlock 'twixt day and night - | |
everlasting lightheartédness - | |
offer me relief fro the sunrays. | |
a kiss for thee my dear. | |
ah! such delight i sense: | |
eternally and ne'erendingly; | |
savour the bitter grapes of life! | |
a soulsister of thine i am. | |
let me openly greet thy kiss; | |
the most loving and caring bites. | |
grant me thineself!, | |
i bore the woe in my heart, | |
my heart was shatter'd into its tithe, | |
as i depart embrace me, | |
save yet are its chambers in flood. | |
and in paltry time will i re-awake - | |
i love thee. |
zuo qu : Theater of Tragedy | |
my eyes hold the eventide, | |
albeit behind the eyes thou hast | |
thro' which I ' hold naught else | |
a flame enshroude d in its blackness | |
but the raven | |
burning without the faintest breeze. | |
sleep my dearest ones | |
teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore | |
mind not the palling velvet darkness | |
thou by such angst mark' d art?! | |
wherefore is here loneliness? | |
infinite hollowness | |
in which my thoughts echo, | |
to the shadows i whisper | |
with the shadows i waltz | |
bear me i am not the plague, | |
altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?! | |
dare not naysaying my grant | |
dance no longer with the shadows, | |
vanish with me abaft the unlight! | |
dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard | |
o! the taste on thine lips | |
dance with me the mephisto waltz. | |
a trickling deep red love | |
wedlock ' twixt day and night | |
everlasting lighthearte dness | |
offer me relief fro the sunrays. | |
a kiss for thee my dear. | |
ah! such delight i sense: | |
eternally and ne' erendingly | |
savour the bitter grapes of life! | |
a soulsister of thine i am. | |
let me openly greet thy kiss | |
the most loving and caring bites. | |
grant me thineself!, | |
i bore the woe in my heart, | |
my heart was shatter' d into its tithe, | |
as i depart embrace me, | |
save yet are its chambers in flood. | |
and in paltry time will i reawake | |
i love thee. |
zuò qǔ : Theater of Tragedy | |
my eyes hold the eventide, | |
albeit behind the eyes thou hast | |
thro' which I ' hold naught else | |
a flame enshroudé d in its blackness | |
but the raven | |
burning without the faintest breeze. | |
sleep my dearest ones | |
teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore | |
mind not the palling velvet darkness | |
thou by such angst mark' d art?! | |
wherefore is here loneliness? | |
infinite hollowness | |
in which my thoughts echo, | |
to the shadows i whisper | |
with the shadows i waltz | |
bear me i am not the plague, | |
altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?! | |
dare not naysaying my grant | |
dance no longer with the shadows, | |
vanish with me abaft the unlight! | |
dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard | |
o! the taste on thine lips | |
dance with me the mephisto waltz. | |
a trickling deep red love | |
wedlock ' twixt day and night | |
everlasting lighthearté dness | |
offer me relief fro the sunrays. | |
a kiss for thee my dear. | |
ah! such delight i sense: | |
eternally and ne' erendingly | |
savour the bitter grapes of life! | |
a soulsister of thine i am. | |
let me openly greet thy kiss | |
the most loving and caring bites. | |
grant me thineself!, | |
i bore the woe in my heart, | |
my heart was shatter' d into its tithe, | |
as i depart embrace me, | |
save yet are its chambers in flood. | |
and in paltry time will i reawake | |
i love thee. |