Theatre of Tragedy "Cheerful Dirge" lyrics

Cheerful Dirge

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 ofmany 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 harvestroses;No heed for the thorns you count!Wherefore vow me?Wherefor this gilded proffer?Wherefore not pay court to a maid morefair? -Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixtweed!Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!Misery me not! - man nor beast; envyme;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 theeYet I was a trifle daunt'd.Is for me the grandest boon!

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