LYRICS
作词 : Rohonyi ...
Threatre of Tragedy
A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal
Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist firth eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth.
Ye beholdest
but the shadow
That is a lie!
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -
Lief I am not!I deem - e'er and anon!
My words are but a twist.
Tis a feigned lie through loathing,I say!
To and fro, save hither,Is thy love
A dotard gaffer, I daresay...
Not a loth! -But vying for
my kinsmen!
...a sapling not!
Beautiful tyrant!
Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven!
Wolvish-ravening lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parched sot.
Hie to tell me
What ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!
Wherefore call me such names;
Nay imp am I!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Grazing in the glade.
E'er thou sayest aye!(That is a lie!Thief of a plot!)
Lief I am not(!Now go to thy tryst!)
My words are but a twist!
Go, leave, totter!Fare well!
Until ye dwindlest.With rue I leaveA morsel, nay more,
with joy I came,
Even the orb cannot (For thy journey）
Help me melt the ice?!(Hither and thither!)
Help me melt the ice?!
Help me melt the ice?!