Lorelei - Theatre Of Tragedy
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
