paroles de chanson Fair and Gailing Copesmate Death - Theatre of Tragedy

Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast
And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast
Anon, anon, say I, the lid aside
Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest
Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm (The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide)
Hither! cede and fulfil my phantasm ('Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest)
Cherish me and sonorously do me laud (To be adust for time longer can I not bide)
For dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd (Hence the heart hale out thro' the chest!)
Misery thee?! Rather misery me!
For in Time's durance am I naught but wee
This tender and loving pest I to thee bequeath
Thence switly wilt thou errant to 'Neath
And to me should'st thou be the humblemost knave
Lest fear! spit I on thy cist and grave!
Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch
And the tharms fluttering claw'd and eldritch
To conquer thee and thy blood for glore
Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore
Irksomely coy, save wiliéd by alarum
Bear this torture and maim with decorum
If e'er always was I this blissful and blithe
Would I resign to but its wee tithe
Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge
And to thee will I sing the lull-dull dirge
Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll
Burrow to the trothplight with Night and Devil
Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill
Whilom wast thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst
Elsewise will I coerce thine consonantry to turn whist
Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath
So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester (Death - oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate Death)
For do I solely what He to me liefly saith (Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester)