Theatre Of Tragedy
Theatre Of Tragedy - Fair And 'guiling Copesmate Death songtekst
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-- Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast, -- And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast." "Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside, Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest, The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, -- "Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm, 'Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest - -- Hither! - cede and fulfil my phantasm! To be adust for time longer can I not bide, -- Cherish me and sonorously do me laud - Hence the heart hale out thro' the chest! -- For dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd." Misery thee?! - Rather misery me! - For in Time's durance am I naught but wee." -- "This tender and loving pest I to thee bequeath, -- Thence switly wilt thou errant to 'Neath." "And to me should'st thou be the humblemost knave, Lest fear! - spit I on thy cist and grave! - Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch, And the tharms fluttering claw'd and eldritch." -- "To conquer thee and thy blood for glore -- Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore; -- Irksomely coy, save wili?d by alarum, -- Bear this torture and maim with decorum. "If e'er always was I this blissful and blithe Would I resign to but its wee tithe." -- "Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge, -- And to thee will I sing the lull-dull dirge; -- Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll." "Burrow to the trothplight with Night and Devil! - Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill." -- "Whilom wast thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst, -- Elsewise will I coerce thine consonantry to turn whist; -- Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath, "Death - oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate Death, -- So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester, Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester!" -- For do I solely what He to me liefly saith."