Theatre of Tragedy Velvet Darkness They Fear歌词

"Meine Augen sind so dunkel, "Gleichwohl hast Du Deine Augen versteckt Auch sind die Visionen schwarz, Lichtschein hinter der Dunkelheit; Schwarz wie die Nacht; Ein Licht das mir gezeigt hat, Der D?mmerzustand des Menschen - Da? Du von Angst erf

L:Be my kin free fro carnal sin, 成为我这样不被肉欲原罪侵扰的族类 Bridle the thoughts of Master. 克制你主上的欲望 R:There hath past away a glore fro the Earth; 曾经在这世上的一项荣耀在逝去 A glore that in the hearts and minds of men, 就是那深植于人类内心与思想中的荣耀 Men demented - blindfolded by light,

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 com

"Gaunt and gnarl'd Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast, And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast." "Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside, Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest, The bottom sand of the hourgl

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

Let the wind take care of gravity There's one big secret hidden, come with me Why should I want to leave, Unless you wanted me to go away Speak with a tongue that claims its kingdom, come what may... The stars came tumbling down Worn-out heroes Stepp

Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside; 从雨中进来吧,你说--但你凝视着我,没有挪开 And I am trapp'd - 我被困于此-- A distance there is... 你我远隔如斯-- None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof: 无人拯救我,而那屋顶上如针的雨滴答作响-- Behold! - 'tis not t

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"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, Allow me thee to adown, Of any sort thou fancieth; Each holdeth its own fancy, I say - Yet the pleasure we partake in Was caus'd by the fang'd grin, Save!, do I for him anger hold? Nay - I knew I was fey!"