Bring Forth Ye Shadow - Theatre Of Tragedy

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

Yet!

— Who doth my future narrate?

Dim the lights — I cannot see!

Bring forth ye Shadow!

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With whom danceth thou?

Time hath stopp’d —

Yet for others ne’er halteth;

For me the Pages of Life do not turn

Lo!

— on the funeral pyre they burn

The oh so eathing Velvet Darkness they fear —

Heed!

— wherefore delve a burrow

When in my arms «O!

Come here»?

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I say, elsewhither is naught but sorrow!

For what deemest thou so dear thy blood

When through my veins it could flood?

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Bide to merry — make me unaptly;

And hence grant me the fell gift

The gift of passing on the dark trick

'Tis such a brazen act of erotic;

Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift

O!

such an innocence depriv’d so hastily —

Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood

When through my veins it will flood?