Текст песни Poppaea - Theatre of Tragedy

Dream of a funeral
Blest temptress, behest me
A funeral thou'lt hark
Swarth murderess, the Devil

Thine feral grith with me
Poppæa, be hell's hap
Waylaid the beldame bawd the niggard (laughing tragedy)

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant
Suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee
Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apart

Of marrow, do na mell
I am Morelle
The bosomed Titivil
Travail me a fain

Subdue me with thine lote
In oneness, make haste yet
Displode me in a font
Poppæa, do what thou wilt

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant
Suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee
Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apart

Poppaea
Poppaea
Poppaea
Poppaea

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant
Suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee
Let me dawt thine twain and twine...

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant
Suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee
Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apart