Lyrics Lorelei - Theatre of Tragedy

Færie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade
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 drieghed accolade
Caused for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlée
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet

The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire
Bellowed 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 ikoned apologue for aught
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

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?

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?

Lorelei
Lorelei

Lorelei
Lorelei