To These Words I Beheld No Tongue

To These Words I Beheld No Tongue - Theatre Of Tragedy (悲情剧院)

Whether the thrond monarch weareth the crown

Which I know not whether to his belongeth

Doth he hence the sceptre sway

Seasoneth he justice

Daresay I he doth not

Will he then use his sceptre as a wand

Where doth sit my awe trieth me conjure

Perchance a spell a reptile a sullied hound

Is the gentle rain a quality of his

I bethink this fro my thoughts hitherto about this

I beheld to these words no tongue are the

Monarch's men his thralls or his servants

Oft I waylay my tongue

Those of which are withal by my gnarld heart not heed'd

Or doth the throstle sing with more glee

At daybreak than a twilight

Brawl not my imp nor my cherub reserve my judgment

Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is

That undiscover'd country be that

Of calamity be that of joy be that of apathy

Tread not paths of new when those of old are

Far by an only single footstep walk be it

On the left on the right be it the one which

Straight forward leadeth the one of correct

I have as until now not heed'd any signs of

I have as until now not heed'd any signs of