Il testo della A hamlet for a slothful vassal

Theatre Of Tragedy

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Data di rilascio : 01/01/1995

Durata : 0:04:05

Stile : Rock

"behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist firth eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth."

"ye beholdest but the shadow.
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -
I deep - e'er and anon!"

"to and fro, save hither,
Is thy love."

"not a loth! -
But vying for my kinsmen!"

"beautiful tyrant!
Fiend angelica!
Dove-feathered raven!
Woluish-ravening lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parched sot.
Hie to tell me
What ye judgest as naught
I behold the shadow!"

"e'er thou sayest aye!
Thief of a plot!
Now go to thy tryst!
Go, leave, totter! -
Until ye dwindlest.
A morsel, nay more,
For thy journey
Hither and thither!"

"that is a lie!
Lief i am not!
My words are but a twist
Fare well! - with jiy i came,
With rue i leave.
Even the orb cannot.
Help me melt the ice?"

"that is a lie!
Lief i am not!
My words are but a twist
Tis a feigned lie through loathing,
I say!"

"a dotard gaffer, i daresay..."

"...a sapling not!"

"wherefore call me such names;
Nay imp am i!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Gazing in the glade."