Текст песни Sweet Art Thou - Theatre of Tragedy

Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?
I shall attempt the halterof thy life make less tighten′d

I shall climb the yew
Will it subdue me or not!

Swooning emotions smite my bosom
I have an aptness depriev'd thy eyrie
Oh! - ne′er alas; Fro many another a lass
Lodge here fore'ermore. Dodge thither sable of yore

A narrow dell hath now for me turn'd into a broad land
A land rich with fields of the Simbelmyn

Sonorous to my ears are the words form′d by thy tongue
Conquer me! - Waylay me! - Swathe me ′twixt thy arms
Make me sense the wine which is drunk by queens

Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings

And let it flow white and full in tast o'er my lips

And let it flow red and full in taste o′er my lips

A dais'd bridge o′er the ghyll
In which a river bottomless
I would have drownèd
Yet thou drewest me out soaking

Save thou art not yet all parchèd
Eavesdroppest ye: a wee drop, I can hear it, I can feel it
Whence it comes I can only deem, yet I will not tarry idly
Lest this for me is a gay dream. Let it adamant be
A dream that will sojourn eternally. Empty the flagon in me
In which theatre I will act