| Song | Bring Forth Ye Shadow |
| Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
| Album | Last Curtain Call |
| 作词 : Bjastad ... | |
| Time is an abyss - | |
| Profound as a thousand nights; | |
| I sojourn my haste, | |
| I make respites | |
| For what availeth this eager peace? | |
| One step more naught to face, | |
| Save the heirloom fatal kiss. | |
| I rave no more 'gainst | |
| Time or Fate, | |
| For lo! my own shall ne'er come to me, | |
| Yet! - Who doth my future narrate? | |
| Dim the lights - | |
| I cannot see! | |
| Bring forth ye | |
| Shadow! -With whom danceth thou? | |
| Time hath stopp'd - | |
| Yet for others ne'er halteth; | |
| For me the | |
| Pages of Life do not turn, | |
| Lo! - on the funeral pyre they burn. | |
| The oh so eathing | |
| Velvet Darkness they fear - | |
| Heed! - wherefore delve a burrow, | |
| When in my arms "O! Come here"? - | |
| I say, elsehither is naught but sorrow! | |
| For what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
| When through my veins it could flood? - | |
| Bide to merry-make me unaptly; | |
| And hence grant me the fell gift, | |
| The gift of passing on the dark trick.' | |
| Tis such a brazen act of erotic; | |
| Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift, | |
| O! such an innocence depriv'd so hastily - | |
| Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
| When through my veins it will flood? |
| zuò cí : Bjastad ... | |
| Time is an abyss | |
| Profound as a thousand nights | |
| I sojourn my haste, | |
| I make respites | |
| For what availeth this eager peace? | |
| One step more naught to face, | |
| Save the heirloom fatal kiss. | |
| I rave no more ' gainst | |
| Time or Fate, | |
| For lo! my own shall ne' er come to me, | |
| Yet! Who doth my future narrate? | |
| Dim the lights | |
| I cannot see! | |
| Bring forth ye | |
| Shadow! With whom danceth thou? | |
| Time hath stopp' d | |
| Yet for others ne' er halteth | |
| For me the | |
| Pages of Life do not turn, | |
| Lo! on the funeral pyre they burn. | |
| The oh so eathing | |
| Velvet Darkness they fear | |
| Heed! wherefore delve a burrow, | |
| When in my arms " O! Come here"? | |
| I say, elsehither is naught but sorrow! | |
| For what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
| When through my veins it could flood? | |
| Bide to merrymake me unaptly | |
| And hence grant me the fell gift, | |
| The gift of passing on the dark trick.' | |
| Tis such a brazen act of erotic | |
| Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift, | |
| O! such an innocence depriv' d so hastily | |
| Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood | |
| When through my veins it will flood? |