Текст песни Theatre Of Tragedy - A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal
Theatre Of Tragedy - A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal слова песни
"Behold a jocund morn indeed! -Sun on high - birds in sky.Yonder the whist firth eathing,Fro where a gale erranteth.""Ye beholdest but the shadow.Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -I deep - e`er and anon!""To and fro, save hither,Is thy love.""Not a loth! -But vying for my kinsmen!""Beautiful tyrant!Fiend Angelica!Dove-feathered raven!Woluish-ravening lamb!A hamlet for a slothful vassal -Soothing ale for a parched sot.Hie to tell meWhat ye judgest as naughtI behold the shadow!""E`er thou sayest aye!Thief of a plot!Now go to thy tryst!Go, leave, totter! -Until ye dwindlest.A morsel, nay more,For thy journeyHither and thither!""That is a lie!Lief I am not!My words are but a twistFare well! - with jiy I came,With rue I leave.Even the orb cannot.Help me melt the ice?""That is a lie!Lief I am not!My words are but a twistTis a feigned lie through loathing,I say!""A dotard gaffer, I daresay...""...a sapling not!""Wherefore call me such names;Nay imp am I!Thou art my aghast hart -Gazing in the glade."