Текст песни Darkseed - The Bolt Of Cupid Felt
Darkseed - The Bolt Of Cupid Felt слова песни
Music: HertrichLyrics: HertrichWhen fourty nights shall besiege Your browand dig deep wounds in Your beauty nowYour youth`s prout livery so gazed on metomorrow will be darkened sealedLook how a bird lies tangled in a netPure shame and awed resistance made him fredSo fastened in her arms the favoured liesShe found more beaty in his varied eyesCut is the branch that might be grownwith Your faith, the treasure of Your lusty daysThen being asked where all Your beaty liesI say it to Your deep-sunken eyes"As if the dead the living should exceed,possessed by heavens heart and hand"He burns with bashful shameShe with her tears does quench the maidenburning off her cheeksThen with her windy sighs and golden handsto fain and blow them dry again she seeksLook how a painter would surpass his lifeHis art with nature`s worksmanship at strifeIn limming out a well-proportioned steedas if the dead the living should exceed