Lyrics of Lorelei

Theatre Of Tragedy

Release date : 01/01/1998

Duration : 0:05:37

Style : Rock

Faerie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade;
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 dist thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a melee;
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 aether and 'nether art thou peerless phoenix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.