Lyrics: Theatre Of Tragedy. Inperspective. Lorelei (Icon Of Coil Remix).

F?rie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
A m?nad, 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?

D?dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a melee;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.

The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,

A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Lorelei,
Lorelei,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
'Tween ?ther and 'Nether art thou the peerless ph?nix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.