Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poppaea , by - Theatre Of Tragedy. Song from the album Aégis, in the genre Release date: 31.12.1997
Record label: Massacre
Song language: English
Poppaea |
| Dream of a funeral, blest temptress — behest me! |
| - |
| A funeral thou’lt hark, swarth murderess — the Devil |
| Thine feral grith with me, Poppaea, be Hell’s hap: |
| Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy |
| And the wench doth bawdness to blow |
| Stay my adamant — |
| Suffer me to transfix thee: |
| And the wench doth bawdness to blow |
| Let me dawt thine twain — |
| And, twine 'hem apart |
| Of marrow, do na mell; |
| I am Morelle — |
| The bosom’d Titivil; |
| travail me; |
| fain |
| Subdue me with thine lote in oneness — make haste yet |
| Displode me in a font — Poppaea, do what thou wilt |
| And the wench doth bawdness to blow |
| Stay my adamant — |
| Suffer me to transfix thee: |
| And the wench doth bawdness to blow |
| Let me dawt thine twain — |
| And, twine 'hem apart |