Theatre Of Tragedy

Theatre Of Tragedy - Lorelei (Icon Of Coil Remix) songtekst

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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 mªl©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 phœnix -

Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.



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?



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?
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