所属专辑:Theatre of Tragedy
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To These Words I Beheld No Tongue - Theatre Of Tragedy (悲情剧院)[00:00:00]
Whether the thrond monarch weareth the crown[00:01:12]
Which I know not whether to his belongeth[00:01:18]
Doth he hence the sceptre sway[00:01:26]
Seasoneth he justice[00:01:33]
Daresay I he doth not[00:01:56]
Will he then use his sceptre as a wand[00:02:03]
Where doth sit my awe trieth me conjure[00:02:10]
Perchance a spell a reptile a sullied hound[00:02:25]
Is the gentle rain a quality of his[00:02:31]
I bethink this fro my thoughts hitherto about this[00:02:38]
I beheld to these words no tongue are the[00:02:44]
Monarch's men his thralls or his servants[00:02:48]
Oft I waylay my tongue[00:02:53]
Those of which are withal by my gnarld heart not heed'd[00:02:55]
Or doth the throstle sing with more glee[00:03:05]
At daybreak than a twilight[00:03:09]
Brawl not my imp nor my cherub reserve my judgment[00:03:12]
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is[00:03:22]
That undiscover'd country be that[00:03:29]
Of calamity be that of joy be that of apathy[00:03:34]
Tread not paths of new when those of old are[00:03:40]
Far by an only single footstep walk be it[00:03:47]
On the left on the right be it the one which[00:04:09]
Straight forward leadeth the one of correct[00:04:17]
I have as until now not heed'd any signs of[00:04:30]
I have as until now not heed'd any signs of[00:04:37]