[words by raymond, music by theatre of tragedy]
thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro aether to nether,
still, duringly cling i on to this heather -
dew-scented blossom; thou wast pristine,
the sweven of thee ne'er will i cede, my colleen.
drat this creature of memories ill,
foolhardy and fey i may be, yet him i shall quell.
'vaunt! - devil tyne -
wadst thou wane fore'ermae;
daunt - sinsyne thence,
ta'en as a dint, angelique?
perforce and grinningly shall i maim in the vie -
alas dastard! - hanging by the noose die.
'vaunt! - devil tyne -
wadst thou wane fore'ermae;
daunt - sinsyne thence,
ta'en as a dint, angelique?
'come not wont to this uncouth devil!,
lest to a devil thou wilt translate...my angel.
'vaunt! - devil tyne -
wadst thou wane fore'ermae;
daunt - sinsyne thence,
ta'en as a dint, angelique? |