theatre of tragedy - cheerful dirge lyrics
hap mirthfulness! – oh! joy of grand riddance;
undress me my hauberk! – the wyern hath errant’d.
ire of yore – bard of e’eryears –
i deem the brood hath wan’d –
fore’ermore?!
fro the chasm of the bosom, bale a hand back.
hark! my dove – henceforth i bulwark thee! –
teathers 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 thy bliss i will take thee by thy hand –
the sapor of grapes thou shalt savor –
and harken the nighttingale sing oh so blithely!
on his knees… a plea to harvest
roses;
no heed for the th-rns you count!
wherefore vow me?
wherefor this gilded proffer?
wherefore not pay court to a maid more
fair? –
morn of a joyous day! hower ‘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 –
forgive me for deeming thee direfully –
therein abdiding with thee
yet i was a trifle daunt’d.
is for me the grandest boon!
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