歌词
Bank of Roses
If there be anywhere so beautiful a thing as peaceful oblivion,
then please take me.
Banks of roses, shaded by cypreses,
and onwards we marched with godless intentions.
Through the mire, attending your footfall.
On the levees of which I would soon awake.
My shaken recollection is clouded and vague,
as I reply that I know nothing.
Basked in the bloom of ornamental adjectives.
Words help suspended in beads of amber.
For I love thee. O, Eternity!
O, Eternity!