作词 : Rohonyi ...

Threatre of Tragedy

A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal

Behold a jocund morn indeed! -

Sun on high - birds in sky.

Yonder the whist firth eathing,

Fro where a gale erranteth.

Ye beholdest

but the shadow

That is a lie!

Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -

Lief I am not!I deem - e'er and anon!

My words are but a twist.

Tis a feigned lie through loathing,I say!

To and fro, save hither,Is thy love

A dotard gaffer, I daresay...

Not a loth! -But vying for

my kinsmen!

...a sapling not!

Beautiful tyrant!

Fiend angelical!

Dove-feathered raven!

Wolvish-ravening lamb!

A hamlet for a slothful vassal -

Soothing ale for a parched sot.

Hie to tell me

What ye judgest as naught;

I behold the shadow!

Wherefore call me such names;

Nay imp am I!

Thou art my aghast hart -

Grazing in the glade.

E'er thou sayest aye!(That is a lie!Thief of a plot!)

Lief I am not(!Now go to thy tryst!)

My words are but a twist!

Go, leave, totter!Fare well!

Until ye dwindlest.With rue I leaveA morsel, nay more,

with joy I came,

Even the orb cannot (For thy journey）

Help me melt the ice?!(Hither and thither!)

Help me melt the ice?!

Help me melt the ice?!