| Song | Cheerful dirge |
| Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
| Album | Platinum Edition |
| 作词 : Rohonyi ... | |
| 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 bulwark thee! - | |
| Teathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart. | |
| Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea! | |
| Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of | |
| many battles! | |
| ...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain! | |
| Please! - heed my words; | |
| In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears - | |
| In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand - | |
| The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor - | |
| And harken the nighttingale sing oh so blithely! | |
| On his knees... A plea to harvest | |
| roses; | |
| No heed for the thorns you count! | |
| Wherefore vow me? | |
| Wherefor this gilded proffer? | |
| Wherefore not pay court to a maid more | |
| fair? - | |
| Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt | |
| weed! | |
| Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge! | |
| Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy | |
| me; | |
| Lest'tis an act of wont! | |
| Many are the drapes that my past bury - | |
| Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles! | |
| Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!; | |
| I bethink dotingly only thy weal - | |
| Forgive me for deeming thee direfully - | |
| Therein abdiding with thee | |
| Yet I was a trifle daunt'd. | |
| Is for me the grandest boon! |
| zuò cí : Rohonyi ... | |
| 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 bulwark thee! | |
| Teathers of swans in my pillow I cede my heart. | |
| Make haste! I pray respond my plea! | |
| Lo! a sire of great awe a knight of | |
| many battles! | |
| ... And of kinsmen weeping for the slain! | |
| Please! heed my words | |
| In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears | |
| In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand | |
| The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor | |
| And harken the nighttingale sing oh so blithely! | |
| On his knees... A plea to harvest | |
| roses | |
| No heed for the thorns you count! | |
| Wherefore vow me? | |
| Wherefor this gilded proffer? | |
| Wherefore not pay court to a maid more | |
| fair? | |
| Morn of a joyous day! Hower ' twixt | |
| weed! | |
| Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge! | |
| Misery me not! man nor beast envy | |
| me | |
| Lest' tis an act of wont! | |
| Many are the drapes that my past bury | |
| Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles! | |
| Tisn' t what thou vambrace' st thy words with!! | |
| I bethink dotingly only thy weal | |
| Forgive me for deeming thee direfully | |
| Therein abdiding with thee | |
| Yet I was a trifle daunt' d. | |
| Is for me the grandest boon! |