Funeral Sequence 가사

[MILES] Sound the flute, Blow the horn, Pluck the lute, Forward, mourn! [MOURNERS] Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh... [MILES] Ah! [MOURNERS] Ah! [MILES] All Crete was at her feet, All Thrace was in her thrall, All Sparta loved her sweetness, and Gaul-- [PSEUDOLUS] And Spain-- [MILES] And Greece-- [PSEUDOLUS] And Egypt-- [MILES] And Syria-- [PSEUDOLUS] And Mesopotamia-- [MOURNERS] All Crete was at her feet, All Thrace was in her thrall, Oh, why should such a blossom fall? [MILES] Speak the spells, Strum the lyre, Toll the bells, Light the pyre. [MOURNERS] Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh... [MILES] All Crete was at her feet, But I shall weep no more. I'll find my consolation as before, Among the simple pleasures of war!