Lyrics Hollow-Hearted, Heart-Departed - Theatre of Tragedy

Filthy harlots, the Lord′s grape

With lore ornamented entreating

Hollow-hearted, heart-departed

Yet thou reapest the blooming rose
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath′d
I do, in the blooming flower
And me in the yesterday's bind? (pleasure find)

Innocence is reserved for the meek
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be

Hah! For thee even a hound holdeth the throne
Unwanted child of mother! Plague of plagues
Father of leprous children
I wield ye to stint this brawl
Nigh is the ford yet harken! Do not thwart
Desirest thou to do it withal
I shall cause thy body by one head too short!
Sayest ye nay to my boon
Then wilt thou from bloodshed swoon

Err me not! Must ye bethink my foolhardiness
Be vanished! Be banished
If ye deemest me not wroth
My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword
Lest thou dost totter
Whid along! Wherefore irk my haughtiness?
My haughtiness?

No man, no man at all (Wherefore bereave the kine of the sward)
Be it lord or beggar, bereaveth my dignity (Wherefore holdest thou for me such quailing scowl?)
Loom my darling sun
Bear the scarlet colour