Lyrics Poppaea - Theatre Of Tragedy

Poppaea - Theatre Of Tragedy
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Song from the album: Aégis
Release date:31.12.1997
Song language:English
Record label:Massacre

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Poppaea
Dream of a funeral, blest temptress — behest me!
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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

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