Paroles de Bring forth ye shadow

Theatre Of Tragedy

Date de parution : 01/01/1996

Durée : 0:06:48

Style : Rock

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?