Текст (слова) песни: Theatre Of Tragedy - Bring Forth Ye Shadow
Time is an abyss - Profound as a thousand nights; I sojourn my haste, I make respites For what availeith this eager pace? 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, elsewhither 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?
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