Letra de Lorelei (Icon Of Coil Remix) - Theatre Of Tragedy

F�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 Death,
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�d to behold a m�l�e;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
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The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
Bellow�d bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.

Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
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 ph?nix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix