my eyes hold the eventide,
albeit behind the eyes thou hast
thro' which I 'hold naught else
a flame enshroudéd in its blackness;
but the raven;
burning without the faintest breeze.
sleep my dearest ones -
teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
mind not the palling velvet darkness
thou by such angst mark'd art?!
wherefore is here loneliness?;
infinite hollowness
in which my thoughts echo,
to the shadows i whisper -
with the shadows i waltz -
bear me; i am not the plague,
altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?!
dare not naysaying my grant;
dance no longer with the shadows,
vanish with me abaft the unlight! -
dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard;
o! the taste on thine lips;
dance with me the mephisto waltz.
a trickling deep red love -
wedlock 'twixt day and night -
everlasting lightheartédness -
offer me relief fro the sunrays.
a kiss for thee my dear.
ah! such delight i sense:
eternally and ne'erendingly;
savour the bitter grapes of life!
a soulsister of thine i am.
let me openly greet thy kiss;
the most loving and caring bites.
grant me thineself!,
i bore the woe in my heart,
my heart was shatter'd into its tithe,
as i depart embrace me,
save yet are its chambers in flood.
and in paltry time will i re-awake -
i love thee.
- 专辑：A Rose for the Dead
- 歌手：Theatre of Tragedy
- 歌曲：As the Shadows Dance
