Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light Lyrics

Song	Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light
Artist	Anaal Nathrakh
Album	Domine Non Es Dignus
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	作曲 : Irrumator, Vitriol
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Old age should burn and rave at close of day
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light
	Though wise men at their end know dark is right
	Because their words had forked no lightning they
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
	Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light
	Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
	And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
	Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light
	And you, my father, there on the sad height
	Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light

	zuo qu : Irrumator, Vitriol
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Old age should burn and rave at close of day
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light
	Though wise men at their end know dark is right
	Because their words had forked no lightning they
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
	Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light
	Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
	And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
	Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light
	And you, my father, there on the sad height
	Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light

	zuò qǔ : Irrumator, Vitriol
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Old age should burn and rave at close of day
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light
	Though wise men at their end know dark is right
	Because their words had forked no lightning they
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
	Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light
	Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
	And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
	Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light
	And you, my father, there on the sad height
	Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
	Do not go gentle into that good night
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light

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