Текст Theatre Of Tragedy – Lament Of The Perishing Roses

Where’er thou walkest, thou strewest roses
Thornless and deep reds are they
Onto a beauteous path harmony thou leadest
Where waterfalls sing their hymns of appraisal

Germinate into green the sterile earth
Equiponderat’d new life against decay

Wash the macrocosm with morning dew
Aurora of the waterfalls’ encircling rainbows

In the horizon the appearance of a blackening empyrean
A furious whirling wind accompanied by skies of dusk

In the lead — The Pale Horse — pulling a cart of dead deities
The beautiful colors are drift’d away

Black Asphodels ascend from the overcloudéd livid blossom
Completely covering acherontic the land that was thought everlasting