Theatre Of Tragedy - Cheerful Dirge lyrics

rate me

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!