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The Wanderings of Ophelia Through the Untamed Countryside

EbonyLake2008年12月12日

The Wanderings of Ophelia Through the Untamed Countryside 歌詞

Ventus

Planctus

Caligo fallo suus

 

The lilies part gracefully at the sinking of the sun

The abandoned silken bed revels in leaves of the countryside.

The chess pieces are moved by unseen hands

The butterflies gather in a secret place unspoken of

The birds are uneasy the stag darts through the woodland

The water upon the pond clouds

As Ophelia's fish-eaten garment rises

Her soddened garment rises

A skyscape so heart-melting

The waltz of the mighty oak

Captured and humoured as their arms tower

Between the stars and past the Plough

Whilst close by a vague scuttle of rats

Stirs the undergrowth as she lifts

Her pale declining head

And sets to her haunt run swift Ophelia

And if I were to turn quickly enough would I see her

The fright as she ran

But she ran from nothing

But the sound of the wind

To whip around her

As if to call her back into the depth of the woods

To curse at her more

So the earth with it's violin can scratch at her mind

The Orion would throw down things of delightful devastation

Cast a keen eye on the ghostly movements on the stairs

And pray do tell what secrets do Saturn and she hold

Strange how the birds land on her unafraid unstirred

In a labyrinth of the exquisite

Caverns of the surreal

Domain of the treacherous place of the fearless

 

 

The sun now in it's slumber and folklore stirring fiercely

A skyscape so heart-melting

The waltz of the mighty oak

Captured and humoured as their arms tower

Between the stars and past the Plough

Whilst close by the vague scuttle of

Rats stirs the undergrowth

As she lifts her pale declining head

And sets to her haunt run swift Ophelia

 

To illuminated gardens

 

Upon the meadow she shall run Frayer face of angel

On this eve the sky is not yet black but dark blue

This doth happen in the summer

Her search will become triumphant

I pledge my soul to this

As an unpleasant array of

Throat-eaten foxes bombard the Manor

My memories of her are laid down and torched

Fire fire fire

 

That's the Ophelia