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?