Seraphic deviltry Lyrics

	作词 : Raymond ...
	Whether He the quaint savant's power doth hold
	I know not,
	Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth
	He is -Quoth
	I that for reasons to me oblivious
	August of a granditude of servants is
	He held,And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host added are -
	Pelf they are, dare
	I say!Maugre
	His diurnal seraphic deviltry
	I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
	Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
	To claim the glore is
	He suffer'd."Grant me the fallings", quoth
	He, "the fatter the better!",
	And died they of starvation;
	They are not slaughtering their fatlings;
	They are slaughtering themselves.
	Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
	And dare I say this burden weightful was,
	Wrack of His machine-like motion was
	I named,Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
	The machine alike - yet whetted a dight are its edges...

	zuo ci : Raymond ...
	Whether He the quaint savant' s power doth hold
	I know not,
	Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth
	He is Quoth
	I that for reasons to me oblivious
	August of a granditude of servants is
	He held, And by plastic consonantry e' en more servants to the host added are
	Pelf they are, dare
	I say! Maugre
	His diurnal seraphic deviltry
	I say that deviltry ' tis forsooth deviltry!
	Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is
	To claim the glore is
	He suffer' d." Grant me the fallings", quoth
	He, " the fatter the better!",
	And died they of starvation
	They are not slaughtering their fatlings
	They are slaughtering themselves.
	Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
	And dare I say this burden weightful was,
	Wrack of His machinelike motion was
	I named, Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
	The machine alike yet whetted a dight are its edges...

	zuò cí : Raymond ...
	Whether He the quaint savant' s power doth hold
	I know not,
	Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth
	He is Quoth
	I that for reasons to me oblivious
	August of a granditude of servants is
	He held, And by plastic consonantry e' en more servants to the host added are
	Pelf they are, dare
	I say! Maugre
	His diurnal seraphic deviltry
	I say that deviltry ' tis forsooth deviltry!
	Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is
	To claim the glore is
	He suffer' d." Grant me the fallings", quoth
	He, " the fatter the better!",
	And died they of starvation
	They are not slaughtering their fatlings
	They are slaughtering themselves.
	Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
	And dare I say this burden weightful was,
	Wrack of His machinelike motion was
	I named, Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
	The machine alike yet whetted a dight are its edges...

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