The Raven (Part 3) - Sven Görtz.mp3

[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!