歌曲 | Lorelei (Icon Coil Remix) |
歌手 | Theatre of Tragedy |
专辑 | Inperspective |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Færie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade; | |
A serenade siren'd to lure - | |
Zounds! not to court me? | |
A mænad, 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? | |
Dædally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade, | |
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade - | |
Caus'd for all eyes mazéd to behold a melée; | |
In the midst did | |
I swainly cast thee my bouquet: | |
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire. | |
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire, | |
A poet of tragedies, scribe | |
I lauds to | |
Death,Lorelei, | |
Lorelei,Yet who the hell was | |
I to dare? | |
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? | |
Perchance author | |
I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught, | |
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? | |
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:' | |
Tween Æther and ' | |
Nether art thou the peerless phœnix - | |
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix. |
F rie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade | |
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 maze d to behold a mele e | |
In the midst did | |
I swainly cast thee my bouquet: | |
Bellow' d bidingly by my heart' s quailing quire. | |
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire, | |
A poet of tragedies, scribe | |
I lauds to | |
Death, Lorelei, | |
Lorelei, Yet who the hell was | |
I to dare? | |
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? | |
Perchance author | |
I thee this ikon' d apologue for aught, | |
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? | |
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:' | |
Tween ther and ' | |
Nether art thou the peerless ph nix | |
Prithee, darlingmost! court me rather than the peevish prolix. |
F rie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade | |
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 mazé d to behold a melé e | |
In the midst did | |
I swainly cast thee my bouquet: | |
Bellow' d bidingly by my heart' s quailing quire. | |
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire, | |
A poet of tragedies, scribe | |
I lauds to | |
Death, Lorelei, | |
Lorelei, Yet who the hell was | |
I to dare? | |
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? | |
Perchance author | |
I thee this ikon' d apologue for aught, | |
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? | |
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:' | |
Tween ther and ' | |
Nether art thou the peerless ph nix | |
Prithee, darlingmost! court me rather than the peevish prolix. |