Theatre Of Tragedy As The Shadows Dance
R: My eyes hold the eventide, Thro' which I 'hold naught else But the raven; Sleep my dearest ones - Mind not the palling velvet darkness LK: Albeit behind the eyes thou hast A flame enshroudéd in its blackness; Burning without the faintest breeze. Teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore Thou by such angst mark'd art?! R: Wherefore is here loneliness?; Infinite hollowness In which my thoughts echo, To the shadows I whisper - With the shadows I waltz - Bear me; I am not the plague, Altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?! Dare not naysaying my grant; Vanish with me abaft the unlight! - O! the taste on thine lips; A trickling deep red love - Everlasting lightheartédness - A kiss for thee my dear. LK: Dance no longer with the shadows, Dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard; Dance with me the mephisto waltz. Wedlock 'twixt day and night - Offer me relief fro the sunrays. R: Ah! such delight I sense: Savour the bitter grapes of life! LK: Eternally and ne'erendingly; A soulsister of thine I am. Let me openly greet thy kiss; The most loving and caring bites. R: Grant me thineself!, I bore the woe in my heart, My heart was shatter'd into its tithe, Save yet are its chambers in flood. LK: As I depart embrace me, And in paltry time will I re-awake - I love thee.
