《Cupid and Death I (Cupid & Death Version)》歌词

[00:08:09] Though little be the god of love

[00:08:09] Yet his arrows mighty are

[00:08:09] And his victories above

[00:08:09] What the valiant reach by war

[00:08:09] Nor are his limits with the sky

[00:08:09] Over the Milky Way he'll fly

[00:08:09] And sometimes wound a deity

[00:08:09] Apollo once the python slew

[00:08:09] But a keener arrow flew

[00:08:09] From Daphne's eye and made a wound

[00:08:09] For which the god no balsam found

[00:08:09] A smile of Venus that did more

[00:08:09] On Mars then armies could before

[00:08:09] Thus Love can fiery spirits tame

[00:08:09] And when he pleases cold rocks inflame

[00:08:09] Victorious men of Earth no more

[00:08:09] Proclaim how wide your Empires are

[00:08:09] And though you bind in every shore

[00:08:09] And your triumphs reach as far as night or day

[00:08:09] Yet you proud monarchs must obey

[00:08:09] And mingle with forgotten ashes when

[00:08:09] Death calls you to The crowd

[00:08:09] Of common men

[00:08:09] Devouring famine plague and war

[00:08:09] Each able to undo mankind

[00:08:09] Death's servile emissaries are

[00:08:09] Nor to these alone confined

[00:08:09] He has at will

[00:08:09] More quaint and subtle ways to kill

[00:08:09] A smile or kiss he will use the art

[00:08:09] Shall have the cunning skill

[00:08:09] To break a heart

[00:08:09] Stay Cupid where art you flying

[00:08:09] Pity the pale lovers dying

[00:08:09] They that honoured thee before

[00:08:09] Will honour thee no more

[00:08:09] At thy alter pay their vows

[00:08:09] O let the weeping virgins strow

[00:08:09] Instead of rose and myrtle boughs

[00:08:09] Sad yew and funeral cypress now

[00:08:09] Unkind Cupid leave thy killing

[00:08:09] These are all my mother's doves

[00:08:09] O do not wound such noble loves

[00:08:09] And make them bleed that should be billing

[00:08:09] What will it Death advance thy name

[00:08:09] Upon cold rocks to waste a flame

[00:08:09] Or by mistake seem to throw

[00:08:09] Bright torches into pits of snow

[00:08:09] Thy rage is lost thy old killing frost

[00:08:09] And with thy arrows you may try

[00:08:09] To make the young or aged bleed

[00:08:09] But indeed not compel one heart to die

[00:08:09] O Love O Death Be it your fate

[00:08:09] Before you both repent too late

[00:08:09] To meet and try upon yourselves

[00:08:09] Your sad artillery

[00:08:09] So Death may make Love kind again

[00:08:09] Or cruel Death by Love be slain