Theatre Of Tragedy - Lorelei (icon Of Coil Remix) lyrics

F(c)rie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa ade; A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me? A m|nad, yet the sweetest colleen - Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine. Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to d**h, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? D|dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade, For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade - Caus'd for all eyes maz(c)d to behold a m?l(c)e; In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet: The one and sole f*ggot that feedeth the fire, Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire. Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to d**h, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught, Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought: 'Tween +ther and 'Nether art thou the peerless phœnix - Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix. Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to d**h, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? Lorelei, A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to d**h, Yet who the hell was I to dare? Lorelei, Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?