Текст 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?

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?