Текст песни Theatre Of Tragedy - Mre
Theatre Of Tragedy - Mre слова песни
Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of TragedyHarken! - teh clouds musterd in dark -So painfully easing.Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;Its years of yore in a mre,Each like a corpse within its grave;Wrought for us a yearn of lief;`Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe;Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses;Ne`er hath it exist`d so sonorously -Jostl`d away the pale drapeThat us had been o`erhung -Tempt`d thy shutters to openAnd thus quench`d the hearth;Thou giv`st to misery all thou hast: the cold -With weal embrac`d the sprounting landscapeLike a star of heaven in the broad daylight -This joy subdueth until it again waneth,Save the drooping winter of stalwart.