歌曲 | Lorelei |
歌手 | Alison Brown |
专辑 | Best Of The Vanguard Years |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lorelei - Theatre of Tragedy | |
Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade; | |
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me? | |
A menad, 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? | |
Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade, | |
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade - | |
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlee; | |
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 the peerless phoenix - | |
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix. |
Lorelei Theatre of Tragedy | |
Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa ade | |
A serenade siren' d to lure Zounds! not to court me? | |
A menad, 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? | |
Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade, | |
For all years a damndest and driegh' d accolade | |
Caus' d for all eyes mazed to behold a m lee | |
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 the peerless phoenix | |
Prithee, darlingmost! court me rather than the peevish prolix. |
Lorelei Theatre of Tragedy | |
Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa ade | |
A serenade siren' d to lure Zounds! not to court me? | |
A menad, 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? | |
Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade, | |
For all years a damndest and driegh' d accolade | |
Caus' d for all eyes mazed to behold a m lee | |
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 the peerless phoenix | |
Prithee, darlingmost! court me rather than the peevish prolix. |