| 歌曲 | Lorelei (Icon Coil Remix) |
| 歌手 | Theatre of Tragedy |
| 专辑 | Inperspective |
| 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 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. |