Theatre of Tragedy - Cheerful Dirge Lyrics

Lyrics Cheerful Dirge - Theatre of Tragedy



Hap mirthfulness
Oh, joy of grand riddance
Undress me my hauberk
The wyvern hath erranted
Ire of yore, bard of ever years
I deem the brood hath waned forever more
Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale I hand back
Hark, my dove, henceforth I bulwark thee
Feathers of swans in my pillow
I cede my heart
Make haste, I pray
Respond my plea
Lo, a sire of great awe
A knight of many battles
And of kinsmen weeping for the slain
Please, heed my words
In thy sorrow, I will kiss thy tears
In thy bliss, I will take thee by thy hand
The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor
And harken the nightingale sing oh so blithely
Oh, on his knees, a plea to harvest roses
No heed for the thorns yon count
Wherefore vow me with this gilded proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair?
Morn of a joyous day, hower ′twixt weed
Fertile desert, cheerful dirge
Misery me not, man nor beast envy me
Lest 'tis an act of wont
Many are the drapes that my past bury
Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles
′Tisn't what thou vambracest thy words with (forgive me for)
I bethink dotingly only thy weal (deeming thee direfully)
There abiding with thee (yet, I was a trifle daunted)
Is for me the grandest boon



Writer(s): Rohonyi, Theater Of Tragedy


Theatre of Tragedy - Theatre of Tragedy
Album Theatre of Tragedy
date of release
01-01-1995




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