Hollow-hearted, heart-departed — текст песни (Theatre Of Tragedy)

Filthy harlots - the Lord`s grape!
With lore ornamented entreating;
Hollow-hearted, heart-departed -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When `tis the weed which is to be swath`d

And me in the yesterday bind?!

Hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne.
Unwanted child of mother! - Plague of plagues!
Father of leprous children.
I wield ye to stint this brawl!
Night is the ford - yet harken! - do not thwart!
Desirest thou to do it withal,
I shall cause thy body by one head too short!
Sayest ye nay to my boon,
Then wilt thou from bloodsheld swoon!

Err me not! - Must ye bethink my foolhardiness!
Be vanished! - Be hanished! -
If ye deemest me not wroth.
My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword
Lest thou dost totter -
Whid along! - Wherefore irk my haughtiness?

No man... No man at all!
Be it lord of beggar
Bereaveth my dignity!

Loom my darling sun -
Bear the scarlet colour!

Wherefore bereave
The kine of the sward?
Wherefore holdest thou for
Me such a quailing scowl?

I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!

Innocence is reserved for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne`er to be!