文本歌词

The Sypres Curten of the Night Is Spread - Christopher Wilson/Michael Chance
The cypress curtain of the night is spread
And over all a silent dew is cast
The weaker cares by sleep are conquered
But I alone with hideous grief aghast
In spite of Morpheus' charms a watch do keep
Over mine eyes to banish careless sleep
In spite of Morpheus' charms a watch do keep
Over mine eyes to banish careless sleep
Yet oft my ttrembling eyes through faintness close
And then the map of Hell before me stands
Which ghosts do see and I am one of those
Ordaines to pine in sorrow's endless bands
Since from my wretched soul all hopes are reft
And now no cause of life to me is left
Since from my wretched soul all hopes are reft
And now no cause of life to me is left
Grief sieze my soul for that will still endure
When my crazed body is consumed and gone
Bear it to thy black den there keep it sure
Where thou ten thousand souls dost tire upon
Yet all do not afford such food to thee
All this poor one the worser part of me
Yet all do not afford such food to thee
All this poor one the worser part of me