Lyrics Lorelei - Theatre Of Tragedy

Lorelei

Færie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade;
A serenade siren’d to lure — Zounds!
not to court me?
A mænad, 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?
Dædally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade
For all years a damndest and driegh’d accolade —
Caus’d for all eyes mazéd to behold a mêlée;
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 Æther and 'Nether art thou the peerless phœnix —
Prithee, darlingmost!
— court me rather than the peevish prolix