Текст (слова) песни: Theatre Of Tragedy - Hollow-hearted, heart-departed
"Filthy harlots - the Lord`s grape! With lore ornamented entreating; Hollow-hearted, heart-departed - Yet thou reapest the blooming rose - When `tis the weed which is to be swath`d"
"And me in the yesterday bind?!"
"Hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne. Unwanted child of mother! - Plague of plagues! Father of leprous children. I wield ye to stint this brawl! Night is the ford - yet harken! - do not thwart! Desirest thou to do it withal, I shall cause thy body by one head too short! Sayest ye nay to my boon, Then wilt thou from bloodsheld swoon!"
"Err me not! - Must ye bethink my foolhardiness! Be vanished! - Be hanished! - If ye deemest me not wroth. My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword Lest thou dost totter - Whid along! - Wherefore irk my haughtiness?"
"No man... No man at all! Be it lord of beggar Bereaveth my dignity!"
"Loom my darling sun - Bear the scarlet colour!"
"Wherefore bereave The kine of the sward? Wherefore holdest thou for Me such a quailing scowl?"
"I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!"
"Innocence is reserved for the meek: Of naught is my grasp ne`er to be!"
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