Bring Forth ye Shadow-Theatre Of Tragedy

　　　 Artist：theatre of tragedy Songs Title：bring forth ye shadow Time is an abyss - Profound as a thousand nights; I sojourn my haste, I make respites For what availeth 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! - 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 Come here? - I say, elsewhither is naught but sorrow! For what deemest thou so dear thy blood When through my veins it could flood? - 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?