Seraphic deviltry-Theatre of Tragedy

[00:00.000] 作词 : Raymond ... [00:48.60]Whether He the quaint savant's power doth held I know not [01:03.96]Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is [01:11.59]Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious [01:28.28]August of a granditude of servants is He held [01:37.08]And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host added are [01:51.68]Pelf they are, dare I say [02:24.38]Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry [02:32.51]I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry [02:40.78]Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is [02:49.14]To claim the glore is He suffer'd [02:57.27]"Grant me the fatlings", gouth He, "the fatter the better!" [03:03.76]And died they of starvation [03:07.90]They are not slaughtering their fatlings [03:14.73]They are slaughtering 'hemselves [03:27.95]Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask [03:35.58]And dare I say this burthen weightful was [03:44.60]Wrack of His machine - like motion was I nam'd [03:52.47]Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt [04:00.99]The machine alike - yet whetted and dight are its edges...