Mire Lyrics
| Song | Mire |
| Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
| Album | Theatre Of Tragedy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rohonyi ... | |
| Harken! - the clouds mustered in dark - | |
| So painfully easing. | |
| Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting; | |
| Its years of yore in a mire, | |
| Each like a corpse within its grave; | |
| Wrought for us a yearn of lief; | |
| Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; | |
| Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses; | |
| Ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously - | |
| Jostl'd away the pale drape | |
| That us had been o'erhung - | |
| Tempt'd thy shutters to open | |
| And thus quench'd the hearth; | |
| Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold - | |
| With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape | |
| Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight - | |
| This joy subdueth until it again waneth, | |
| Save the drooping winter of stalwart. |
| zuo ci : Rohonyi ... | |
| Harken! the clouds mustered in dark | |
| So painfully easing. | |
| Hush! hearest ye the yew doting | |
| Its years of yore in a mire, | |
| Each like a corpse within its grave | |
| Wrought for us a yearn of lief | |
| Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe | |
| Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses | |
| Ne' er ere hath it exist' d so sonorously | |
| Jostl' d away the pale drape | |
| That us had been o' erhung | |
| Tempt' d thy shutters to open | |
| And thus quench' d the hearth | |
| Thou giv' st to misery all thou hast: the cold | |
| With weal embrac' d the sprounting landscape | |
| Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight | |
| This joy subdueth until it again waneth, | |
| Save the drooping winter of stalwart. |
| zuò cí : Rohonyi ... | |
| Harken! the clouds mustered in dark | |
| So painfully easing. | |
| Hush! hearest ye the yew doting | |
| Its years of yore in a mire, | |
| Each like a corpse within its grave | |
| Wrought for us a yearn of lief | |
| Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe | |
| Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses | |
| Ne' er ere hath it exist' d so sonorously | |
| Jostl' d away the pale drape | |
| That us had been o' erhung | |
| Tempt' d thy shutters to open | |
| And thus quench' d the hearth | |
| Thou giv' st to misery all thou hast: the cold | |
| With weal embrac' d the sprounting landscape | |
| Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight | |
| This joy subdueth until it again waneth, | |
| Save the drooping winter of stalwart. |
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