Fair and Guiling Copesmate Death歌词

[00:00]“Gaunt and gnarl’d
[00:01]Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast，
[00:19.45]And with haste translateth gild’d black post and fast.”
[00:38.60]“Anon-anon, say I!- the lid aside,“
[00:58]Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest.
[01:17]The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide,
[01:23]´Tis and hath e’er been merry blood to pest -
[01:29]To be adust for time longer can I not bide,
[01:35.40]Hence the heart hale out throˋthe chest!
[01:41.65]Misery thee? Rather misery me!-
[01:47.65]For in Time’s durance am I naught but wee.”
[01:17]“Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm,
[01:24]Hither !-cede and fulfil my phantasm!
[01:29]Cherish me and sonorously do me laud-
[01:35.35]For Dread!- thine eyes will behold a guise faugh’d.”
[01:53]“This tender and loving pest I to thee bequeath,“
[02:00]Thence swiftly wilt thou errant to ‘Neath. ”
[02:05.85]“And to me should’st thou be the humblemost knave,“
[02:11.90]Lest fear!- spit I on thy cist and grave!-
[02:18]Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch,
[02:24]And the tharms fluttering claw’d and eldritch.”
[03:17]“To conquer thee and thy blood for glore
[03:23.56]Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore;
[03:29.86]Irksomely coy, save wiliéd by alarum,
[03:35]Bear this torture and maim with decorum.”
[03:55]One candle left behind（？） now,
[04:03]Before the darkness comes…
[04:06]“If e’er always was I this blissful and blithe“
[04:25]Would I resign to but its wee tithe.”
[04:44.56]“Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge,
[05:03]And to thee will I sing the lull-dull dirge;
[05:23.65]Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll.”
[05:32.45]“Burrow to the trothplight with the Night and Devil-
[05:41.78]Bid Him to league with me – forsooth, merry to ‘come’ twill.”
[05:49.86]“Whilom wast vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,“
[05:58]Elsewise will I coerce thine consonantry to turn whist
[06:10.30]Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath,
[06:16]So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester,
[06:24]For do I solely what He to me lifely saith,”
[06:16]“Death-oh! Fair and’ guiling copesmate Death,“
[06:24]Be not a malais’d beggar ; claim this bloody jester!”