Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Theatre Of Tragedy

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 thorns 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!