Theatre Of Tragedy "Lorelei (Icon Of Coil Remix)" |
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. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |