Love Is Dead, All Love Is Dead
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โฑ๏ธ 8:58 duration
๐ ID: 8676329
๐ Lyrics
Ring out your bells
Ring out your bells
Let mourning shows be spread
For love is dead
All love is dead
Infected with plague of deep disdain
Worth as nought worth, rejected
And faith, fair scorn doth gain
Weep neighbours weep
Do you not hear it said?
Love is dead
His deathbed, peacocks folly
His winding sheet is shame
His will, false seeming holy
His sole executor, blame
Let dirge be sung and trentals rightly read
For love is dead
So on his tomb ordaineth
My mistress' marble heart
Which epitath containeth
"Her eyes were once his dart"
Alas I lie
Rage hath his arrow bred
Love is not dead
Love is not dead but sleeping
In her unmatched mind
Were she his council keeping?
Till do desert she find
Therefore from vile fancy
To call such a frenzy
Who love can temper thus
Good Lord, deliver us
Ring out your bells
Let mourning shows be spread
For love is dead
All love is dead
Infected with plague of deep disdain
Worth as nought worth, rejected
And faith, fair scorn doth gain
Ring out your bells
Let mourning shows be spread
For love is dead
All love is dead
Infected with plague of deep disdain
Worth as nought worth, rejected
And faith, fair scorn doth gain
Weep neighbours weep
Do you not hear it said?
Love is dead
His deathbed, peacocks folly
His winding sheet is shame
His will, false seeming holy
His sole executor, blame
Let dirge be sung and trentals rightly read
For love is dead
So on his tomb ordaineth
My mistress' marble heart
Which epitath containeth
"Her eyes were once his dart"
Alas I lie
Rage hath his arrow bred
Love is not dead
Love is not dead but sleeping
In her unmatched mind
Were she his council keeping?
Till do desert she find
Therefore from vile fancy
To call such a frenzy
Who love can temper thus
Good Lord, deliver us
Ring out your bells
Let mourning shows be spread
For love is dead
All love is dead
Infected with plague of deep disdain
Worth as nought worth, rejected
And faith, fair scorn doth gain
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:22.77] Ring out your bells
[00:28.12] Ring out your bells
[00:35.13] Let mourning shows be spread
[00:46.67] For love is dead
[00:54.36] All love is dead
[01:05.25] Infected with plague of deep disdain
[01:24.56] Worth as nought worth, rejected
[01:39.71] And faith, fair scorn doth gain
[01:54.33]
[02:03.76] Weep neighbours weep
[02:19.28] Do you not hear it said?
[02:29.16] Love is dead
[02:43.15] His deathbed, peacocks folly
[02:52.23] His winding sheet is shame
[03:01.84] His will, false seeming holy
[03:14.60] His sole executor, blame
[03:30.18] Let dirge be sung and trentals rightly read
[03:39.84] For love is dead
[03:53.39] So on his tomb ordaineth
[04:02.73] My mistress' marble heart
[04:12.98] Which epitath containeth
[04:22.31] "Her eyes were once his dart"
[04:34.56]
[04:42.07] Alas I lie
[04:49.85] Rage hath his arrow bred
[05:05.46] Love is not dead
[05:17.12] Love is not dead but sleeping
[05:23.16] In her unmatched mind
[05:33.13] Were she his council keeping?
[05:44.02] Till do desert she find
[06:04.74] Therefore from vile fancy
[06:14.60] To call such a frenzy
[06:27.60] Who love can temper thus
[06:37.41] Good Lord, deliver us
[06:54.32] Ring out your bells
[06:59.53] Let mourning shows be spread
[07:07.59] For love is dead
[07:18.08] All love is dead
[07:24.17] Infected with plague of deep disdain
[07:37.95] Worth as nought worth, rejected
[07:46.40] And faith, fair scorn doth gain
[07:57.23]
[00:28.12] Ring out your bells
[00:35.13] Let mourning shows be spread
[00:46.67] For love is dead
[00:54.36] All love is dead
[01:05.25] Infected with plague of deep disdain
[01:24.56] Worth as nought worth, rejected
[01:39.71] And faith, fair scorn doth gain
[01:54.33]
[02:03.76] Weep neighbours weep
[02:19.28] Do you not hear it said?
[02:29.16] Love is dead
[02:43.15] His deathbed, peacocks folly
[02:52.23] His winding sheet is shame
[03:01.84] His will, false seeming holy
[03:14.60] His sole executor, blame
[03:30.18] Let dirge be sung and trentals rightly read
[03:39.84] For love is dead
[03:53.39] So on his tomb ordaineth
[04:02.73] My mistress' marble heart
[04:12.98] Which epitath containeth
[04:22.31] "Her eyes were once his dart"
[04:34.56]
[04:42.07] Alas I lie
[04:49.85] Rage hath his arrow bred
[05:05.46] Love is not dead
[05:17.12] Love is not dead but sleeping
[05:23.16] In her unmatched mind
[05:33.13] Were she his council keeping?
[05:44.02] Till do desert she find
[06:04.74] Therefore from vile fancy
[06:14.60] To call such a frenzy
[06:27.60] Who love can temper thus
[06:37.41] Good Lord, deliver us
[06:54.32] Ring out your bells
[06:59.53] Let mourning shows be spread
[07:07.59] For love is dead
[07:18.08] All love is dead
[07:24.17] Infected with plague of deep disdain
[07:37.95] Worth as nought worth, rejected
[07:46.40] And faith, fair scorn doth gain
[07:57.23]