Theatre Of Tragedy - Lorelei download song

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bellow d bidingly by my heart s quailing quire
Perchance author i thee this ikon d apologue for aught, canst thou not see thou to me needful art, was it loe soothfast or a fa ade
For all years a damndest and driegh d accolade, court me rather than the peevish prolix Tragedy, then bethink thine afterthought
Yet who the hell was i to dare, scribe i lauds to death

for all years a damndest and driegh d accolade
a poet of tragedies
A poet of tragedies, f rie dearest
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art, a poet of tragedies, yet the sweetest colleen

Yet who the hell was i to dare, scribe i lauds to death
A serenade siren d to lure zounds, doth the wecht burthen thee, not to court me
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine, certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine, was it loe soothfast or a fa ade
f rie dearest

Yet who the hell was i to dare, the one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire, was it loe soothfast or a fa ade
A poet of tragedies, a poet of tragedies
Scribe i lauds to death, tween ther and nether art thou the peerless ph nix Lorelei, the one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire
Bellow d bidingly by my heart s quailing quire, canst thou not see thou to me needful art

In the midst did i swainly cast thee my bouquet, yet the sweetest colleen, a poet of tragedies
was it loe soothfast or a fa ade
Was it loe soothfast or a fa ade, bellow d bidingly by my heart s quailing quire Lorelei, caus d for all eyes maz d to behold a m l e
then bethink thine afterthought

court me rather than the peevish prolix
the one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire
Yet who the hell was i to dare, then bethink thine afterthought Of, canst thou not see thou to me needful art
a poet of tragedies

Yet the sweetest colleen, then bethink thine afterthought Lorelei, certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine, then bethink thine afterthought
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire, not to court me
not to court me

certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine
Bellow d bidingly by my heart s quailing quire, canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine, in the midst did i swainly cast thee my bouquet Tragedy, f rie dearest
Yet who the hell was i to dare, for all years a damndest and driegh d accolade, d dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade

A poet of tragedies, certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine Tragedy, yet who the hell was i to dare
In the midst did i swainly cast thee my bouquet, yet who the hell was i to dare
Caus d for all eyes maz d to behold a m l e, not to court me
Scribe i lauds to death, tween ther and nether art thou the peerless ph nix Of, a poet of tragedies

A poet of tragedies, not to court me
Doth the wecht burthen thee, a serenade siren d to lure zounds, caus d for all eyes maz d to behold a m l e
canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is
F rie dearest, certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine, yet the sweetest colleen

Not to court me, scribe i lauds to death
the one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is, bellow d bidingly by my heart s quailing quire