Letra de Lorelei (icon of coil remix) de Theatre Of Tragedy
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Letra de LORELEI (ICON OF COIL REMIX) de THEATRE OF TRAGEDY.
( Theatre Of Tragedy )
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 ph?nix -
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?
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 ph?nix -
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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