Artist/Band: Theatre Of Tragedy Song title: Lorelei Album: A?Gis
F?rie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa?ade; A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me? A m?nad, yet the sweetest colleen - Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
D?dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade, For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade - Caus'd for all eyes maz?d to behold a m?l?e; In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet: The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire, Bellow?d bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught, Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought: 'Tween ?ther and 'Nether art thou the peerless ph?nix - Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.
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Date: 2002-03-15 08:24 pm (UTC)Artist/Band: Theatre Of Tragedy
Song title: Lorelei
Album: A?Gis
F?rie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa?ade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me? A m?nad, yet the sweetest colleen -
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death, Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
D?dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes maz?d to behold a m?l?e;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
Bellow?d bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death, Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught, Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought: 'Tween ?ther and 'Nether art thou the peerless ph?nix - Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.