Lorelei
From the album Aégis, released in 1998/368. Quite a track; apart from lots of English learnt by rrrote, by listening to it so many times at the time it inadvertently carved more than one bit of drumming into my brain, too.
Færie dearest, was it loe ⑊
soothfast or a façade;
A serenade siren'd to lure – ⑊
Zounds! not to court me?
A mænad, 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?
Dædally didst thou perform ⑊
the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest ⑊
and driegh'd accolade –
Caus'd for all eyes mazed ⑊
to behold a mêlée;
In the midst did I swainly ⑊
cast thee my bouquet;
The one and sole fagot ⑊
that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd 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?
Perchance author I thee ⑊
this ikon'd apologue for aught.
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, ⑊
then bethink thine afterthought:
'Tween Æther and 'Nether art thou ⑊
the peerless phoenix –
Prithee, darlingmost! – court me ⑊
rather than the peevish prolix.
Something like so in contemporary English I once c/p'd from somewhere:
Dear fairy, was it ⑊
true love or a deception
A love song sung to lure – ⑊
damn! not to court me?
A mad woman, yet the sweetest maid -
Truly, you gently woke me ⑊
to perfect life
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, ⑊
I write prayers to death
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Can't you see I need you?
Can't you see that ⑊
the loss of love is painful?
You skilfully ridiculed me ⑊
in public
For all years a damned ⑊
and endured ceremony
Caused all surprised eyes ⑊
to see the struggle
In the middle of it all I praised you ⑊
like an ignorant country lad
The one and only bundle of sticks ⑊
that feeds the fire
Commanded bidingly by ⑊
my heart's cowering choir
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, ⑊
I write prayers to death
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Can't you see I need you?
Can't you see that ⑊
the loss of love is painful?
By chance I write you ⑊
this iconed fable at all,
Does the weight burden you? ⑊
Then think through your ⑊
change of plans;
You are between heaven and hell, ⑊
unrivaled phoenix -
Pray thee, sweetheart! - woo me ⑊
rather than my irritable writings.
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