As always, a translation of sorts, more an interpretation I suppose, into more modern English, based on some research into archaic words and turns of phrase. I'm not an expert, I just take an interest :)
Time is endless
Profound as a thousand nights
I slow, I rest for a while
For what use is this quick pace?
One less step to take
To the heirloom fatal kiss. (Could not think of a better way to put it...the kiss is passed on from victim to victim)
I rebel no more against Time or Fate,
For my own kind shall never come to me,
Yet! Who writes my future?
Dim the lights, I cannot see!
Come closer, shadow!
Who are you toying with?
Time has stoped
But for others it never ceases
For me the Pages of Life do not turn,
Watch as they burn on the funeral pyre.
They fear the easy velvet darkness -
Listen to me! Why do you hide,
When in my arms I say "O! Come here"?
Nothing but sorrow can be found else where.
Why do you consider your blood to be so dear
When it could flood through my veins?
Endure this to amuse me
And therefore grant me the deadly gift,
The gift of being able to give the dark trick.
It's such a shamelessly erotic act
It is nothing to you, but everything to me,
Oh! such an innocence taken so soon
Why do you consider you blood to be so dear
When through my veins it will flood?
As always, a translation of sorts, more an interpretation I suppose, into more modern English, based on some research into archaic words and turns of phrase. I'm not an expert, I just take an interest :)
Time is endless Profound as a thousand nights I slow, I rest for a while For what use is this quick pace? One less step to take To the heirloom fatal kiss. (Could not think of a better way to put it...the kiss is passed on from victim to victim)
I rebel no more against Time or Fate, For my own kind shall never come to me, Yet! Who writes my future? Dim the lights, I cannot see! Come closer, shadow! Who are you toying with?
Time has stoped But for others it never ceases For me the Pages of Life do not turn, Watch as they burn on the funeral pyre. They fear the easy velvet darkness - Listen to me! Why do you hide, When in my arms I say "O! Come here"? Nothing but sorrow can be found else where.
Why do you consider your blood to be so dear When it could flood through my veins? Endure this to amuse me And therefore grant me the deadly gift, The gift of being able to give the dark trick. It's such a shamelessly erotic act It is nothing to you, but everything to me, Oh! such an innocence taken so soon
Why do you consider you blood to be so dear When through my veins it will flood?