theatre of tragedy - lorelei (icon of coil remix) lyrics

fcrie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa ade;
a serenade siren'd to lure - zounds! not to court me?
a m nad, 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?

d dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
for all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
caus'd for all eyes mazcd to behold a malce;
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 ther and 'nether art thou the peerless phœnix -
prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.

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?

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?