The Raven (Part 3) - Sven Görtz.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Allan Edgar
[00:00.058] 作曲 : Allan Edgar
[00:00.117]This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
[00:05.864]To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
[00:11.455]This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
[00:18.429]On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
[00:23.393]But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
[00:29.505]She shall press, ah, NEVERMORE!
[00:35.017]Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
[00:41.783]Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
[00:47.321]'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
[00:54.426]Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
[01:00.669]Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
[01:06.521]Quoth the raven, 'NEVERMORE.'
[01:11.954]'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
[01:18.851]Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
[01:23.500]Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
[01:29.169]On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
[01:35.020]Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
[01:42.335]Quoth the raven, 'NEVERMORE.'
[01:48.604]'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
[01:53.959]By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
[01:59.157]Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
[02:03.677]It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
[02:09.006]Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
[02:15.014]Quoth the raven, 'NEVERMORE.'
[02:20.447]'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
[02:26.638]'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
[02:31.837]Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
[02:37.636]Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
[02:44.480]Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
[02:52.317]Quoth the raven, 'NEVERMORE.'
[02:58.508]And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
[03:06.109]On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
[03:11.961]And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
[03:17.316]And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
[03:23.951]And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
[03:30.299]Shall be lifted - NEVERMORE!

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作词 : Allan Edgar
作曲 : Allan Edgar
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, NEVERMORE!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, 'NEVERMORE.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, 'NEVERMORE.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, 'NEVERMORE.'
'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, 'NEVERMORE.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - NEVERMORE!