Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Velvet Darkness They Fear

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?