Theatre Of Tragedy - Aoede lyrics

rate me

Parch'd of words, parch'd of lauds,

Lorn and tyned fro my wame -

'Seech I more perforce indeed:

Lap I of thee: Thou art want.

With dulcet gust thine floret,

Which I yet would not do -

Pray I thee for thine avail -

Lave me in it; I want more!

For my loe, not be adust.

Come see as the wind: Chant -

I let thee come in -

Come see as the wind, Aoede.

As of lote - upon thee dote,

Lowing 'tis, true forsooth,

Tisn't a tongue, nay merely mote,

Thou art grandly mae than couth':

Eft and e'er doth it eke -

I am what I do behold.

For my loe, not be adust.

Come see as the wind: Chant -

I let thee come in -

Come see as the wind, Aoede.