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Theatre Of Tragedy – Cheerful Dirge lyrics
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 gildéd 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 won't!
-- 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
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 gildéd 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 won't!
-- 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
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