Theatre of Tragedy piosenki

Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside; And I am trapp'd and trapp'd - A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof: Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be - I will not drink thy...

Come in out of the rain thou sayest But thou ne'er step'st aside And I am trapp'd, I'm trapp'd A distance there is None, save me and the bodkin Pitter-patter on the roof Behold, 'tis not the rain Thence me it has to be I will not drink thy vintage win...

Behold a jocund morn indeed! - Sun on high - birds in sky. Yonder the whist firth eathing, Fro where a gale erranteth. Ye beholdest but the shadow. That is a lie! Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - Lief I am not! I deem - e'er and anon! My words are but...

Don't save the day it's not over We fall for better or worse I can see the sparkling ice is breaking I've seen you got a speck of dust in your eye Act as if there's no tomorrow Don't fall, stay awake I surrender Lie close untill they've gone A nine days wonde...

Oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear - albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep. My precious, likest thou what emergeth yon the distant? the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery! Wanion its oh so damndest soul! with th...

"E'er and anon, thence hither - Yore of this glum gauntness. Ye eavesdroppest to my plea - Tarry not thy fealty! Stint this bereavement dear friend! - Wherefore dreegh me? Nay leech, nay witch, Doth but to cede my pall!" Harness gildéd, steed mountéd....

"Be my kin free fro varnal sin, Bridle the thoughts of thy Master." "There hath past away a glore fro the Earth; A glore that in the hearts and minds of men, Men dementéd - blindfoldéd by light, Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths." "Might I...

Thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro Aether to Nether, Still, duringly cling I on to this heather - Dew-scented blossom; thou wast pristine, The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, my colleen. Drat this creature of memories ill, Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I...

Parch'd of words, parch'd of lauds, Lorn and tyned fro my wame - 'Seech I more perforce indeed: Lap I of thee: Thou art want. With dulcet gust thine floret, Which I yet would not do - Pray I thee for thine avail - Lave me in it; I want more! For my loe, not...

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 pa...

Everyone else speaks in a drone Round and round into the unknown Afternoon sun filters out through smoke The hum of factories quietly revoked Touch of elation Panicked inside Praying for silence, our lives all in vain Fallen out of love Haunted - will always...

Switch to another dream, to a quiet spite Think back at some time when there was a fading touch Colour me white and paint the vistas grey Everyday there's an electric ray of all too many shimmer-lights And I can see another time Another face, forgotten days...

Don't you wanna end up with this mister? He is just being nice with his kisses and he Thinks you're not one of the smart ones Say it darling Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey From the automatic lover's store To the first floor of your backro...

Ado with a mean woe, An ado as aglow: Belying the paynim Thou rewrot'st the tome - An ivy-crown'd and dancing, And fawn'd and trancing - Espying the surly wud, And heeding her not. Celebration Afear'd of Bacchante, And dost thou 'hold the yill? - Behind is t...

Echoes that somehow Can surround us Can resound through stillness Like thoughts of shifting this balance Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases Your revelations displayed at two thousand expositions The mind is going out now Slowly passing by...

Don't know inside from upside-down We praise the famed unwittingly If we had read that we are but illiterate What would we do? Keep inventory of things that we do not owe Even at a standstill we are spinning round and round We're lost but found Nowhere is rig...

An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth - Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?, O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionless it quivereth, Minding not that my hands are more than apt; My Muse, Where is h...

Time is an abyss - Profound as a thousand nights; I sojourn my haste, I make respites For what availeith this eager pace? One step more naught to face, Save the heirloom fatal kiss. I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate, For lo! my own shall ne'er come to me, Y...

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return - She hath no life but the one he for her wrought; Proffer'd to her his wauking heart - she turn'd it down, Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn. Prophetess or fond?, Tho' her parle of truth: "I ken to...

Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance; Undress me my hauberk! - the wyern hath errant'd. Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears - I deem the brood hath wan'd - fore'ermore?! Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale a hand back. Hark! my dove - henceforth I bu...