Lyrics
Faerie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade?
A serenade sirened to lure, zounds, not to court me?
A maenad, yet the sweetest colleen
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine
Lorelei
A poet of tragedies (scribe I lauds to death)
Yet who the hell was I to dare? (Lorelei)
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? (Scribe I lauds do death)
Daedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade
For all years a damndest and drieghed accolade
Caused for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlée
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire
Bellowed bidingly by my heart's quailing quire
Lorelei
A poet of tragedies (scribe I lauds to death)
Yet who the hell was I to dare? (Lorelei)
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? (Scribe I lauds to death)
Perchance author I thee this ikoned apologue for aught
Doth the wecht burthen thee? Then bethink thine afterthought
'Tween aether and nether art thou the peerless phoenix
Prithee, darlingmost, court me rather than the peevish prolix
Lorelei
A poet of tragedies (scribe I lauds to death)
Yet who the hell was I to dare? (Lorelei)
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? (Scribe I lauds to death)
Lorelei
A poet of tragedies (scribe I lauds to death)
Yet who the hell was I to dare? (Lorelei)
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? (Scribe I lauds to death)
Lorelei
Lorelei
Lorelei
Lorelei
