Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

A Rose For The Dead

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 not the palling velvet darkness 
thou by such angst mark'd art?! 


wherefore is here loneliness?; 
infinite hollowness 
in which my thoughts echo, 
to the shadows i whisper - 
with the shadows i waltz - 
bear me; i am not the plague, 
altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?! 


dare not naysaying my grant; 
dance no longer with the shadows, 
vanish with me abaft the unlight! - 
dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard; 
o! the taste on thine lips; 
dance with me the mephisto waltz. 
a trickling deep red love - 
wedlock 'twixt day and night - 
everlasting lightheartédness - 
offer me relief fro the sunrays. 
a kiss for thee my dear. 


ah! such delight i sense: 
eternally and ne'erendingly; 
savour the bitter grapes of life! 
a soulsister of thine i am. 


let me openly greet thy kiss; 
the most loving and caring bites. 


grant me thineself!, 
i bore the woe in my heart, 
my heart was shatter'd into its tithe, 
as i depart embrace me, 
save yet are its chambers in flood. 
and in paltry time will i re-awake - 
i love thee.