Nemesis
By H. P. Lovecraft
Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning,
When the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning,
Where the black planets roll without aim;
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.
I had drifted o’er seas without ending,
Under sinister grey-clouded skies
That the many-fork’d lightning is rending,
That resound with hysterical cries;
With the moans of invisible daemons that out of the green waters rise.
I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches
Of the hoary primordial grove,
Where the oaks feel the presence that marches
And stalks on where no spirit dares rove;
And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers thro’ dead branches above.
I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things I care not to gaze on again.
I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace,
I have trod its untenanted hall,
Where the moon writhing up from the valleys
Shews the tapestried things on the wall;
Strange figures discordantly woven, which I cannot endure to recall.
I have peer’d from the casement in wonder
At the mouldering meadows around,
At the many-roof’d village laid under
The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
And from rows of white urn-carven marble I listen intently for sound.
I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
I have flown on the pinions of fear
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages,
Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.
I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted
The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile;
I was old in those epochs uncounted
When I, and I only, was vile;
And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.
Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.
Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
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LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00]Nemesis
[00:03.09]By H. P. Lovecraft
[00:05.16]Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
[00:08.97]Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
[00:12.30]I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
[00:16.53]I have sounded all things with my sight;
[00:20.46]And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
[00:29.25]I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning,
[00:32.91]When the sky was a vaporous flame;
[00:36.42]I have seen the dark universe yawning,
[00:40.17]Where the black planets roll without aim;
[00:43.98]Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.
[00:52.29]I had drifted o’er seas without ending,
[00:56.37]Under sinister grey-clouded skies
[00:59.82]That the many-fork’d lightning is rending,
[01:03.42]That resound with hysterical cries;
[01:06.96]With the moans of invisible daemons that out of the green waters rise.
[01:14.49]I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches
[01:18.39]Of the hoary primordial grove,
[01:21.15]Where the oaks feel the presence that marches
[01:24.72]And stalks on where no spirit dares rove;
[01:28.86]And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers thro’ dead branches above.
[01:37.53]I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
[01:41.22]That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
[01:44.82]I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
[01:48.42]That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
[01:52.41]And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things I care not to gaze on again.
[02:00.96]I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace,
[02:05.40]I have trod its untenanted hall,
[02:08.25]Where the moon writhing up from the valleys
[02:11.52]Shews the tapestried things on the wall;
[02:15.12]Strange figures discordantly woven, which I cannot endure to recall.
[02:23.73]I have peer’d from the casement in wonder
[02:27.33]At the mouldering meadows around,
[02:30.36]At the many-roof’d village laid under
[02:33.99]The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
[02:37.41]And from rows of white urn-carven marble I listen intently for sound.
[02:45.57]I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
[02:49.29]I have flown on the pinions of fear
[02:52.80]Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages,
[02:56.22]Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
[03:00.27]And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.
[03:08.40]I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted
[03:12.54]The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile;
[03:15.63]I was old in those epochs uncounted
[03:20.16]When I, and I only, was vile;
[03:25.35]And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.
[03:34.95]Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
[03:39.33]And great is the reach of its doom;
[03:42.54]Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
[03:46.05]Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
[03:49.62]Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.
[03:57.42]Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
[04:01.29]Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
[04:04.80]I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
[04:09.09]I have sounded all things with my sight;
[04:12.84]And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
Nemesis
By H. P. Lovecraft
Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning,
When the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning,
Where the black planets roll without aim;
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.
I had drifted o’er seas without ending,
Under sinister grey-clouded skies
That the many-fork’d lightning is rending,
That resound with hysterical cries;
With the moans of invisible daemons that out of the green waters rise.
I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches
Of the hoary primordial grove,
Where the oaks feel the presence that marches
And stalks on where no spirit dares rove;
And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers thro’ dead branches above.
I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things I care not to gaze on again.
I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace,
I have trod its untenanted hall,
Where the moon writhing up from the valleys
Shews the tapestried things on the wall;
Strange figures discordantly woven, which I cannot endure to recall.
I have peer’d from the casement in wonder
At the mouldering meadows around,
At the many-roof’d village laid under
The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
And from rows of white urn-carven marble I listen intently for sound.
I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
I have flown on the pinions of fear
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages,
Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.
I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted
The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile;
I was old in those epochs uncounted
When I, and I only, was vile;
And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.
Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.
Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00]Nemesis
[00:03.09]By H. P. Lovecraft
[00:05.16]Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
[00:08.97]Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
[00:12.30]I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
[00:16.53]I have sounded all things with my sight;
[00:20.46]And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
[00:29.25]I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning,
[00:32.91]When the sky was a vaporous flame;
[00:36.42]I have seen the dark universe yawning,
[00:40.17]Where the black planets roll without aim;
[00:43.98]Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.
[00:52.29]I had drifted o’er seas without ending,
[00:56.37]Under sinister grey-clouded skies
[00:59.82]That the many-fork’d lightning is rending,
[01:03.42]That resound with hysterical cries;
[01:06.96]With the moans of invisible daemons that out of the green waters rise.
[01:14.49]I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches
[01:18.39]Of the hoary primordial grove,
[01:21.15]Where the oaks feel the presence that marches
[01:24.72]And stalks on where no spirit dares rove;
[01:28.86]And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers thro’ dead branches above.
[01:37.53]I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
[01:41.22]That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
[01:44.82]I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
[01:48.42]That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
[01:52.41]And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things I care not to gaze on again.
[02:00.96]I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace,
[02:05.40]I have trod its untenanted hall,
[02:08.25]Where the moon writhing up from the valleys
[02:11.52]Shews the tapestried things on the wall;
[02:15.12]Strange figures discordantly woven, which I cannot endure to recall.
[02:23.73]I have peer’d from the casement in wonder
[02:27.33]At the mouldering meadows around,
[02:30.36]At the many-roof’d village laid under
[02:33.99]The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
[02:37.41]And from rows of white urn-carven marble I listen intently for sound.
[02:45.57]I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
[02:49.29]I have flown on the pinions of fear
[02:52.80]Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages,
[02:56.22]Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
[03:00.27]And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.
[03:08.40]I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted
[03:12.54]The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile;
[03:15.63]I was old in those epochs uncounted
[03:20.16]When I, and I only, was vile;
[03:25.35]And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.
[03:34.95]Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
[03:39.33]And great is the reach of its doom;
[03:42.54]Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
[03:46.05]Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
[03:49.62]Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.
[03:57.42]Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
[04:01.29]Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
[04:04.80]I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
[04:09.09]I have sounded all things with my sight;
[04:12.84]And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.