Theatre Of Tragedy - Sweet Art Thou текст песни

Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy
Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?
I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less tighten'd!
I shall climb the yew,
Will it subdue me or not!
Swooning emotio
ns smite my
bosom -
I have in aptness depriev'd thy eyrie
Oh! - but ne'er alas;
Fro many another a lass -
Lodge here fore'ermore.
Dodge thither sable of yore!
A narrow dell hath now for me turn'd into a broad land;
A land rich with fields of the Simbelmyn.
Sonorous to my ears are the words
form'd by thy tongue;
Conquer me! - Waylay me! - Swathe
me 'twixt thy arms!
Make me sense the wine which is
runk by queens,
Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings, / And let it flow white and
full in taste o'er my lips.
And let it flow red and full in taste o'ver my lips.
A dais'd bridge o'er the ghyll,
In which a river bottomless -
I would have drownd,
Yet thou drewest me out soaking!
Save thou art not yet all parchd -
Eavesdroppest ye: A wee drop,
I can hear it! - I can feel it!
Whence it comes I can only deem,
Yet I will not tarry idly!
Lest this for me is a gay dream:
Let it adamant be -
A dream that will sojourn eternally -
Empty the flagon in
me!
In which theatre I will act!