[00:00.000] 作词 : Bjastad ...
[00:01.580]Bring forth ye shadow
[00:02.630]Theatre of Tragedy
[00:18.419]Time is an abyss -
[00:25.99]Profound as a thousand nights;
[00:33.349]I sojourn my haste I make respites
[00:42.359]For what availeth this eager peace
[00:50.10]One step more naught to face
[00:58.10]Save the heirloom fatal kiss
[01:06.370]I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate
[01:14.610]For lo my own shall ne'er come to me
[01:23.840]Yet -Who doth my future narrate
[01:41.380]Dim the lights -I cannot see
[01:45.240]Bring forth ye Shadow -
[01:49.480]With whom danceth thou
[02:12.860]Time hath stopp'd -
[02:21.30]Yet for others ne'er halteth;
[02:29.150]For me the Pages of Life do not turn
[02:37.530]Lo -on the funeral pyre they burn
[02:47.510]The oh so eathing Velvet Darkness they fear -
[03:02.460]Heed -wherefore delve a burrow
[03:07.900]When in my arms "O Come here"-
[03:12.450]I say elsehither is naught but sorrow
[04:35.620]For what deemest thou so dear thy blood
[04:44.730]When through my veins it could flood -
[04:55.590]Bide to merry-make me unaptly;
[05:04.880]And hence grant me the fell gift
[05:14.810]The gift of passing on the dark trick
[05:24.790]'Tis such a brazen act of erotic;
[05:34.460]Trifle for thee yet for me grandly thrift
[05:43.130]O such an innocence depriv'd so hastily -
[05:54.20]Alas for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
[06:03.130]When through my veins it will flood

作词 : Bjastad ...
Bring forth ye shadow
Theatre of Tragedy
Time is an abyss -
Profound as a thousand nights;
I sojourn my haste I make respites
For what availeth this eager peace
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 elsehither 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