时间：2021-11-09
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Spirits of the Dead (亡灵) - 王宇波 Sylvian Wang/Ciel Mott
Lyrics by：Edgar Allan Poe
Composed by：王宇波 Sylvian Wang
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone
Not one of all the crowd to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy
Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee and their will
Shall overshadow thee be still
The night tho' clear shall frown
And the stars shall look not down
From their high thrones in the heaven
With light like Hope to mortals given
But their red orbs without beam
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish
Now are visions ne'er to vanish
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more like dew-drop from the grass
The breeze the breath of God is still
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy shadowy yet unbroken
Is a symbol and a token
How it hangs upon the trees
A mystery of mysteries
