paroles de chanson Siren - Theatre of Tragedy

Haste not thine wisdom
For the hollow is ta'en
By whom, know I not
'Lack, am I of twain

And as a crux (fro my heart)
Cede I my words (wilt thou ne'er)
Have I been (be left without)
'Sooth sinsyne (come)

I speer thine pine (thine voice is oh so sweet)
(Ryking for me) ryking for thee
Wistful, whistful ("List and heed", thou say'st)
(Chancing to lure) chancing to lure

Skirl and skreigh
But for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis
Dodge na 'way herefro
Do come here in eath

Mayhap lured by
My scent of lote
'Od, the foetid
Eft hie back I mote

For what I did (how I wish)
My soul atrounced (for thee again)
O! Do believe me (will I give thee it)
It wasn't a frounce (troth)

I speer thine pine (thine voice is oh so sweet)
(Ryking for me) ryking for thee
Wistful, whistful ("List and heed", thou say'st)
(Chancing to lure) chancing to lure

Skirl and skreigh (thine voice is oh so sweet)
But for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis (ryking for me)
Dodge na 'way herefro ("List and heed", thou say'st)
(Chancing to lure) do come here in eath

Skirl and skreigh (thine voice is oh so sweet)
But for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis (ryking for me)
Dodge na 'way herefro ("List and heed", thou say'st)
(Chancing to lure) do come here in eath