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The Conqueror Worm

アーティスト:Sopor Aeternus  アルバム:Flowers In Formaldehyde 

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Lo! Tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An Angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drownd in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears. While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumbe low, And hither and thither fly- Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping out their Condor wings Invisible Wo! That motley dram - oh be shure It shall not be forgot! With its phantom cheased for evermore, By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in


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