Theatre Of Tragedy
Inperspective
1. Samantha
Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging - ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide -
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was 'gal.
Riddance,
Sith the one
Cede the wherefores and do na chide -
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was 'gal.
Riddance,
Sith the one
2. Virago
Twit me, I am thy tyke;
Meekness for thee aught.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue -
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! - a swingeing shrew.
Skelp me - gar me pain,
Pray soft; tender ache.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue -
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! - a swingeing shrew.
3. Lorelei (Icon Of Coil Remix)
Férie 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 mazéd to behold a mêlée;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
The one and sole faggot 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 phœnix -
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?
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?
4. The Masquerader And Phoenix (Phoenix Mix)
Hist! - The sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-stanc'd ballerina,
Her wee feet in an alacritic mælstrom-twirl,
And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - Egad! this quagmire;
Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage:
Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden
By the mummer'd-masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly,
His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummer'd 'tis -
Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam,
Her sweetness ne'er cloy - further! further! -
His scratching and dallying hollow-heartéd eyes
Her breasts and vestal heart caress,
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aërily,
Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly;
His one and sole swath
With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth -
And her umbral fœtal scream -
As the song climaxeth
And slowly dieth
Away...
5. On Whom The Moon Doth Shine (Unhum Mix)
"Had I what it taketh, I would do;
I sense - I cannot sense,
I am - yet! I am not -
Once I kiss'd the image
Of the Seven Angels of Death..."
"Then, lo! the Bleak Death,
Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept:
Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red tears they wept,
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed."
"And Hell open'd its doors,
Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light."
"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
Allow me thee to adown,
Of any sort thou fancieth;
Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -
Yet the pleasure we partake in
Was caus'd by the fang'd grin,
Save!, do I for him anger hold?:
Nay - I knew I was fey!"
"Yet as thou so didst,
On my lips a kiss landéd,
And with the shadows blendéd
The tendermost silken mourn.;
In which the light hidden is -
Yon Hell's brazen doors
Wrothfully it trieth to push."
"Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red tears we wept - in vain,
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed:
I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death."
"Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light."
6. Der Tanz Der Schatten (Club Mix)
"Meine Augen sind so dunkel,
Auch sind die Visionen schwarz,
Schwarz wie die Nacht;
Der Dämmerzustand des Menschen -
Ist meine Zeit des Daseins."
"Ich bin so alleine;
Einsamkeit in Ewigkeit -
Gedanken nur für mich,
Mit dem Schatten flüstere ich -
Mit dem Schatten tanze ich -
Einsam wandere ich,
Das Blut begehre ich: Totentanz."
"Den tödlichen Kuß zu empfangen;
Folge der Finsternis in das Nichts! -
Süßer Nektar auf deinen Lippen;
Ein Rinnsal blutfeuchtes Leben,
Ich lecke die Liebe aus deinem Gesicht,
Ich lecke den Haß aus deinem Gesicht.."
"Ein so berauschendes Gefühl:
Meine bittere Existenz zu schmecken!"
"Gebe dich mir hin!,
Ich war von Trauer erfüllt,
Ich war so untröstlich,
Doch du hast die Liebe entfacht..."
"Gleichwohl hast du deine Augen versteckt
Lichtschein hinter der Dunkelheit;
Ein Licht das mir gezeigt hat,
Daß du von Angst erfüllt bist.
Erzähle mir bitte
Warum du diese Angst in Dir trägst?!"
"Tanze nicht mehr mit dem Schatten,
Tanze bitte nicht über das Grab;
Tanze mit mir den Walzer Luzifers.
Ich sehne mich deine Braut zu sein
- Um zu Finsternis zu werden."
"Für immer und unendlich:
Ein Seelsorger deiner bin ich."
"Laß mich Deinen Kuß begrüßen:
Den selbstzerstörerischen Kuß..."
"...Bis ich sterbe, umarme mich,
Und ich werde wieder auferstehen...
Ich liebe dich..."
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