To these words I behold no tongue

To these words I behold no tongue Lyrics

Song To these words I behold no tongue
Artist Theatre of Tragedy
Album Platinum Edition
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作词 : Rohonyi ...
Whether the throned Monarch weareth the crown,
Which I know not whether to his belongeth;
Doth he hence the sceptre sway?
Seasoneth he justice? -
Daresay I he doth not,
Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? -
Where doth sit my awe? - Trieth me conjure;
Perchance a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? -
Is the gentle rain a quality of his? -
I bethink this fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this,
I beheld to these words no tongue; are the
Monarch's men his thralls or his servants? -
Oft I waylay my tongue -
Those of which are withal by my gnarled heart not heed'd;
Or doth the throstle sing with more glee
At daybreak than than a twilight? -
Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgement -
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is;
That undiscover'd country; be that
Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy;
Tread not paths of new when those of old are
Far by an only single footstep; walk, be it
On the left, on the right - be it the one which
Straight forward leadeth; the one of correct
I have as until now not heed'd any signs of!
zuo ci : Rohonyi ...
Whether the throned Monarch weareth the crown,
Which I know not whether to his belongeth
Doth he hence the sceptre sway?
Seasoneth he justice?
Daresay I he doth not,
Will he then use his sceptre as a wand?
Where doth sit my awe? Trieth me conjure
Perchance a spell? a reptile, a sullied hound?
Is the gentle rain a quality of his?
I bethink this fro my thoughts hitherto, about this,
I beheld to these words no tongue are the
Monarch' s men his thralls or his servants?
Oft I waylay my tongue
Those of which are withal by my gnarled heart not heed' d
Or doth the throstle sing with more glee
At daybreak than than a twilight?
Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub reserve my judgement
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is
That undiscover' d country be that
Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy
Tread not paths of new when those of old are
Far by an only single footstep walk, be it
On the left, on the right be it the one which
Straight forward leadeth the one of correct
I have as until now not heed' d any signs of!
zuò cí : Rohonyi ...
Whether the throned Monarch weareth the crown,
Which I know not whether to his belongeth
Doth he hence the sceptre sway?
Seasoneth he justice?
Daresay I he doth not,
Will he then use his sceptre as a wand?
Where doth sit my awe? Trieth me conjure
Perchance a spell? a reptile, a sullied hound?
Is the gentle rain a quality of his?
I bethink this fro my thoughts hitherto, about this,
I beheld to these words no tongue are the
Monarch' s men his thralls or his servants?
Oft I waylay my tongue
Those of which are withal by my gnarled heart not heed' d
Or doth the throstle sing with more glee
At daybreak than than a twilight?
Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub reserve my judgement
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is
That undiscover' d country be that
Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy
Tread not paths of new when those of old are
Far by an only single footstep walk, be it
On the left, on the right be it the one which
Straight forward leadeth the one of correct
I have as until now not heed' d any signs of!
To these words I behold no tongue Lyrics
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