Theatre of Tragedy
Album - 4 luglio 1995 - Debaser id 45262

Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth.

[Ye beholdest but the shadow] That is a lie!
[Mayhap a tithe of trothplight] Lief I am not!
[I deem - e'er and anon!] My words are but a twist.

'Tis a feignéd lie through loathing, I say!
[To and fro, save hither, is thy love. ]
A dotard gaffer, I daresay...
[Not a loth! - But vying for my kinsmen! ]
...a sapling not!

[Beautiful tyrant! ]
[Fiend angelical! ]
[Dove-feathered raven! ]
[Wolvish-ravening lamb! ]
[A hamlet for a slothful vassal - ]
[Soothing ale for a parchèd sot. ]
[Hie to tell me ]
[What ye judgest as naught; ]
[I behold the shadow!]

Wherefore call me such names;
Nay imp am I!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Grazing in the glade.

[E'er thou sayest aye!] That is a lie!
[Thief of a plot!] Lief I am not!
[Now go to thy tryst] My words are but a twist!
[Go, leave, totter!] Fare well! - with joy I came,
[Until ye dwindlest.] With rue I leave.
[A morsel, nay more,] Even the orb cannot
[For thy journey] Help me melt the ice?!
[Hither an thither!]

Hap mirthfulness! - Oh joy of grand riddance;
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd.

-- Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -
-- I deem the brood hath wan'd - foe'ermore?!

Fro the chasm of the bosom, I hand back.
Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! -
Feathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart.
Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea!

-- Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of many battles!

...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain!
Please! - heed my words;
In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears -
In the bliss I will take thee by thy hand -
The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor -
And harken the nightingale sing oh so blithely!

-- On his knees... A plea to harvest roses;
-- No heed for the thorns yon count!
-- Wherefore vow me?
-- Wherefor this gild�d proffer?
-- Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair? -
-- Morn of a joyous day! Flower 'twixt weed!
-- Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!
-- Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy me;
-- Lest 'tis an act of wont!
-- Many are the drapes that my past bury -
-- Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!

Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!;
I bethink dotingly only thy weal -
Therein abdiding with thee
Is for me the grandest boon!

-- Forgive me for deeming thee direfully -
-- Yet I was a triffle daunt'd.

Come in out of the rain thou sayest —
But thou ne'er step'st aside;
And I am trapp'd, I'm trapp'd
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin —
Pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! — 'tis not the rain;
Thence me it hath to be —
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence,
Yet thou let'st thy lass into peril —
Thou let'st me be parch'd;
My heart, my heart, my heart
My heart, my heart, my heart
My heart is of frailthy, my pale skin is hued damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden,
"Come back!", thou sayest —
There I soon am to be —
But how am I to run when my bones, my heart
Thou hast me bereaft —
But run thou sayest;
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
And there and then I behold that a time will come
When I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay —
I leave, I leave, I leave, I leave.
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! — the shadows, the sky descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait there
Before I run and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?!
After all these years thou left'st me down
In the emotional depths —
The sombre soak'd velvet drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings, turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside —
After all these years thou left'st me down
In the emotional depths —
The sombre soak'd velvet drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside —
...a distance there is...
...a distance there is...

- 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 drown�d,
-- Yet thou drewest me out soaking!

Save thou art not yet all parch�d -
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!