《Epistle No. 81》歌词

[00:00:00] Epistle No. 81 - Candlemass

[00:00:02] Mark how our shadow mark movits mom frere

[00:00:11] One small darkness encloses

[00:00:20] How gold and purple that shovel there

[00:00:29] To rags and rubbish disposes

[00:00:39] Charon beckons from tumultuous waves

[00:00:47] Then trice this ancient digger of graves

[00:00:56] For thee ne'er grapeskin shall glister

[00:01:05] Wherefore my movits come help me to raise

[00:01:15] A gravestone over our sister

[00:01:26] Even desirous and modest adobe

[00:01:35] Under the sighing branches

[00:01:44] Where time and death

[00:01:48] A marriage forebode

[00:01:54] Twixt beauty and ugliness ashes

[00:02:03] To thee ne'er jealousy findeth her way

[00:02:12] Nor happiness footstep swift to stray

[00:02:21] Flitteth amid these barrows

[00:02:30] E'en enmity armed as thou seest this day

[00:02:40] Piously breaketh her arrow

[00:03:09] The little bell echoes

[00:03:13] The great bells groan

[00:03:18] Robed in the door the precentor

[00:03:27] Noisome with quiristers prayerful moan

[00:03:37] Blesses those who enter

[00:03:45] The way to this templed city of tombs

[00:03:54] Climbs amid roses yellowing blooms

[00:04:04] Fragments of mouldering biers

[00:04:13] Till black clad each mourner

[00:04:16] His station assumes

[00:04:22] Bows there deeply in tears