作曲 : Lorentz Aspen/Raymond Rohonyi
 作词 : Liv Kristine Espenæs Krull
Theatre Of Tragedy
A Distance There Is
Come in out of the rain thou sayest
but thou ne'er step'st aside
And I am trapp'd
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin
pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - 'tis not the rain;
thence me it has to be
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence,
yet thou let'st thy lass into peril
Thou let'st me be parched;
My heart .......
My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask.

There I soon am to be
but how am I to run when my bones, my heart!
Thou hast me bereaft!
But run thou sayest;
I run
And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay

I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?!
After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beatiful moments shared, deliberatlely push'd aside
After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beatiful moments shared, deliberatlely push'd aside
...a distance there is...