Il testo della Hollow-hearted, heart-departed

Theatre Of Tragedy

pochette album Hollow-hearted, heart-departed

Data di rilascio : 01/01/1995

Durata : 0:04:57

Stile : Rock

"filthy harlots - the lord's grape!
With lore ornamented entreating;
Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd"

"and me in the yesterday bind?!"

"hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne.
Unwanted child of mother! - plague of plagues!
Father of leprous children.
I wield ye to stint this brawl!
Night is the ford - yet harken! - do not thwart!
Desirest thou to do it withal,
I shall cause thy body by one head too short!
Sayest ye nay to my boon,
Then wilt thou from bloodsheld swoon!"

"err me not! - must ye bethink my foolhardiness!
Be vanished! - be hanished! -
If ye deemest me not wroth.
My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword
Lest thou dost totter -
Whid along! - wherefore irk my haughtiness?"

"no man... no man at all!
Be it lord of beggar
Bereaveth my dignity!"

"loom my darling sun -
Bear the scarlet colour!"

"wherefore bereave
The kine of the sward?
Wherefore holdest thou for
Me such a quailing scowl?"

"i do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!"

"innocence is reserved for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!"