Mire-Theatre of Tragedy

[00:00.000] 作词 : Rohonyi ... [01:27.30]Harken! - the clouds mustered in dark - [01:41.77]So painfully easing. [01:48.17]Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting; [01:56.57]Its years of yore in a mire, [02:05.63]Each like a corpse within its grave; [02:14.40]Wrought for us a yearn of lief; [02:23.64] [02:30.27]Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; [02:37.84]Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses; [02:45.33]Ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously - [02:52.85]Jostl'd away the pale drape [02:57.28]That us had been o'erhung - [03:00.42] [03:04.60]Tempt'd thy shutters to open [03:12.67]And thus quench'd the hearth; [03:19.87]Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold - [03:28.39]With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape [03:36.19]Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight - [03:41.03]This joy subdueth until it again waneth, [03:48.97]Save the drooping winter of stalwart. [03:54.92]