Lyrics Angélique - Theatre Of Tragedy

Angélique

Thou dawdl’d not bringing me fro Aether to Nether,
Still, duringly cling I on to this heather —
Dew-scented blossom: thou wast pristine,
The sweven of thee ne’er will I cede, my colleen.
Drat this creature of memories ill,
Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell.
'Vaunt!
— Devil tyne —
Wadst thou wane fore’ermae;
Daunt — sinsyne thence,
Ta’en as a dint, Angelique?
Perforce and grinningly shall I maim in the vie —
Alas bastard!
— hanging by the noose die.
'Vaunt!
— Devil tyne —
Wadst thou wane fore’ermae;
Daunt — sinsyne thence,
Ta’en as a dint, Angelique?
'Come not wont to this uncouth Devil!,
Lest to a Devil thou wilt translate… my Angel.
'Vaunt!
— Devil tyne —
Wadst thou wane fore’ermae;
Daunt — sinsyne thence,
Ta’en as a dint, Angelique?