[05:48.00]Lorelei (Icon Coil Remix) - Theatre Of Tragedy
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[05:48.00]Frie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a faade;
[05:48.00]A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
[05:48.00]A mnad, yet the sweetest colleen -
[05:48.00]Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
[05:48.00]Lorelei,
[05:48.00]A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
[05:48.00]Yet who the hell was I to dare?
[05:48.00]Lorelei,
[05:48.00]Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
[05:48.00]Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
[05:48.00]Ddally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
[05:48.00]For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
[05:48.00]Caus'd for all eyes mazd to behold a mle;
[05:48.00]In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
[05:48.00]The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
[05:48.00]Bellowd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
[05:48.00]Lorelei,
[05:48.00]A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
[05:48.00]Yet who the hell was I to dare?
[05:48.00]Lorelei,
[05:48.00]Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
[05:48.00]Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
[05:48.00]Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
[05:48.00]Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
[05:48.00]'Tween ther and 'Nether art thou the peerless phnix -
[05:48.00]Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix