Song | Mire |
Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
Album | Platinum Edition |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Rohonyi ... |
[01:27.30] | Harken! - the clouds mustered in dark - |
[01:41.77] | So painfully easing. |
[01:48.17] | Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting; |
[01:56.57] | Its years of yore in a mire, |
[02:05.63] | Each like a corpse within its grave; |
[02:14.40] | Wrought for us a yearn of lief; |
[02:23.64] | |
[02:30.27] | Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; |
[02:37.84] | Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses; |
[02:45.33] | Ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously - |
[02:52.85] | Jostl'd away the pale drape |
[02:57.28] | That us had been o'erhung - |
[03:00.42] | |
[03:04.60] | Tempt'd thy shutters to open |
[03:12.67] | And thus quench'd the hearth; |
[03:19.87] | Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold - |
[03:28.39] | With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape |
[03:36.19] | Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight - |
[03:41.03] | This joy subdueth until it again waneth, |
[03:48.97] | Save the drooping winter of stalwart. |
[03:54.92] |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Rohonyi ... |
[01:27.30] | Harken! the clouds mustered in dark |
[01:41.77] | So painfully easing. |
[01:48.17] | Hush! hearest ye the yew doting |
[01:56.57] | Its years of yore in a mire, |
[02:05.63] | Each like a corpse within its grave |
[02:14.40] | Wrought for us a yearn of lief |
[02:23.64] | |
[02:30.27] | Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe |
[02:37.84] | Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses |
[02:45.33] | Ne' er ere hath it exist' d so sonorously |
[02:52.85] | Jostl' d away the pale drape |
[02:57.28] | That us had been o' erhung |
[03:00.42] | |
[03:04.60] | Tempt' d thy shutters to open |
[03:12.67] | And thus quench' d the hearth |
[03:19.87] | Thou giv' st to misery all thou hast: the cold |
[03:28.39] | With weal embrac' d the sprounting landscape |
[03:36.19] | Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight |
[03:41.03] | This joy subdueth until it again waneth, |
[03:48.97] | Save the drooping winter of stalwart. |
[03:54.92] |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Rohonyi ... |
[01:27.30] | Harken! the clouds mustered in dark |
[01:41.77] | So painfully easing. |
[01:48.17] | Hush! hearest ye the yew doting |
[01:56.57] | Its years of yore in a mire, |
[02:05.63] | Each like a corpse within its grave |
[02:14.40] | Wrought for us a yearn of lief |
[02:23.64] | |
[02:30.27] | Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe |
[02:37.84] | Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses |
[02:45.33] | Ne' er ere hath it exist' d so sonorously |
[02:52.85] | Jostl' d away the pale drape |
[02:57.28] | That us had been o' erhung |
[03:00.42] | |
[03:04.60] | Tempt' d thy shutters to open |
[03:12.67] | And thus quench' d the hearth |
[03:19.87] | Thou giv' st to misery all thou hast: the cold |
[03:28.39] | With weal embrac' d the sprounting landscape |
[03:36.19] | Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight |
[03:41.03] | This joy subdueth until it again waneth, |
[03:48.97] | Save the drooping winter of stalwart. |
[03:54.92] |