Theatre Of Tragedy

Theatre Of Tragedy - Lorelei lyrics

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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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Massacre Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Aegis (1998)

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