Theatre Of Tragedy - Lorealei (Icon of Coil remix) текст песни

Faerie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fatade;
A serenade siren'd to lure – Zounds! not to court me?
A maenad, 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?

Daedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade –
Caus'd for all eyes mazTd to behold a mOlTe;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
BellowYd 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 Yther and 'Nether art thou the peerless phњnix –
Prithee, darlingmost! – court me rather than the peevish prolix.