Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cupid and Death I, artist - Sol Invictus.
Date of issue: 20.10.1996
Song language: English
Cupid and Death I |
Though little be the god of love |
Yet his arrows mighty are |
And his victories above |
What the valiant reach by war |
Nor are his limits with the sky |
Over the Milky Way he’ll fly |
And sometimes wound a deity |
Apollo once the python slew |
But a keener arrow flew |
From Daphne’s eye and made a wound |
For which the god no balsam found |
A smile of Venus that did more |
On Mars then armies could before |
Thus Love can fiery spirits tame |
And, when he pleases, cold rocks inflame |
Victorious men of Earth, no more |
Proclaim how wide your Empires are |
And though you bind in every shore |
And your triumphs reach as far |
As night or day |
Yet you proud monarchs must obey |
And mingle with forgotten ashes when |
Death calls you to the crowd |
Of common men |
Devouring famine, plague and war |
Each able to undo mankind |
Death’s servile emissaries are |
Nor to these alone confined |
He has at will |
More quaint and subtle ways to kill |
A smile or kiss, he will use the art |
Shall have the cunning skill |
To break a heart |
Stay Cupid, where art you flying? |
Pity the pale lovers dying |
They that honoured thee before |
Will honour thee no more |
At thy alter pay their vows |
O let the weeping virgins strow |
Instead of rose, and myrtle boughs |
Sad yew and funeral cypress now |
Unkind Cupid, leave thy killing |
These are all my mother’s doves |
O do not wound such noble loves |
And make them bleed, that should be billing |
What will it, Death, advance thy name? |
Upon cold rocks to waste a flame |
Or by mistake seem to throw |
Bright torches into pits of snow |
Thy rage is lost, thy old killing frost |
And with thy arrows you may try |
To make the young or aged bleed |
But indeed not compel one heart to die |
O Love! |
O Death! |
Be it your fate |
Before you both repent too late |
To meet and try upon yourselves |
Your sad artillery |
O Love! |
O Death! |
Be it your fate |
Before you both repent too late |
To meet and try upon yourselves |
Your sad artillery |
So Death may make Love kind again |
Or cruel Death by Love be slain |
So Death may make Love kind again |
Or cruel Death by Love be slain |
So Death may make Love kind again |
Or cruel Death by Love be slain |
So Death may make Love kind again |
Or cruel Death by Love be slain |