Theatre Of Tragedy
Theatre Of Tragedy - Cheerful Dirge lyrics
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Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd. -- Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears - -- I deem the brood hath wan'd - foe'ermore?! Fro the chasm of the bosom, I hand back. Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! - Feathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart. Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea! -- Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of many battles! ...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain! Please! - heed my words; In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears - In the bliss I will take thee by thy hand - The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor - And harken the nightingale sing oh so blithely! -- On his knees... A plea to harvest roses; -- No heed for the thorns yon count! -- Wherefore vow me? -- Wherefor this gild?d proffer? -- Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair? - -- Morn of a joyous day! Flower 'twixt weed! -- Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge! -- Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy me; -- Lest 'tis an act of wont! -- Many are the drapes that my past bury - -- Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles! Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!; I bethink dotingly only thy weal - Therein abdiding with thee Is for me the grandest boon! -- Forgive me for deeming thee direfully - -- Yet I was a triffle daunt'd