Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy
"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 -
Fore'ermore?! "
"Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale 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 thy 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
No heed for the thorns yon count!
Wherefore this gildйd proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a maid
More fair? -
Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt
Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!
Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy
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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Cheerful Dirge Lyrics

Theatre Of Tragedy – Cheerful Dirge Lyrics