Lyrics of To these words i beheld no tongue

Theatre Of Tragedy

pochette album To these words i beheld no tongue

Release date : 01/01/1995

Duration : 0:05:06

Style : Rock

Soliloquy by raymond, music by theatre of tragedy
Whether the thrond monarch weareth the crown,
Which i know not whether to his belongeth;
Doth he hence the sceptre sway?
Seasoneth he justice?
Daresay i he doth not,
Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? -
Where doth sit my awe? - trieth me conjure;
Perchance a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? -
Is the gentle rain a quality of his? -
I bethink this fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this,
I beheld to these words no tongue; are the
Monarch's men his thralls or his servants? -
Oft i waylay my tongue -
Those of which are withal by my gnarld heart not heed'd;
Or doth the throstle sing with more glee
At daybreak than a twilight? -
Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgment -
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is;
That undiscover'd country; be that
Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy;
Tread not paths of new when those of old are
Far by an only single footstep; walk, be it
On the left, on the right - be it the one which
Straight forward leadeth; the one of correct
I have as until now not heed'd any signs of!