Fair And Guiling Copesmate Death — текст песни (Theatre Of Tragedy)

"Gaunt and gnarl`d
Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast,
And with haste translateth to gild`d black post and fast."
"Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,
Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest,
The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide,
"Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm,
`Tis and hath e`er been merry blood to pest -
Hither! - cede and fulfil my phantasm!
To be adust for time longer can I not bide,
Cherish me and sonorously do me laud -
Hence the heart hale out thro` the chest!
For dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh`d."
Misery thee?! - Rather misery me! -
For in Time`s durance am I naught but wee."
"This tender and loving pest I to thee bequeath,
Thence switly wilt thou errant to `Neath."
"And to me should`st thou be the humblemost knave,
Lest fear! - spit I on thy cist and grave! -
Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch,
And the tharms fluttering claw`d and eldritch."
"To conquer thee and thy blood for glore
Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore;
Irksomely coy, save wiliйd by alarum,
Bear this torture and maim with decorum.
"If e`er always was I this blissful and blithe
Would I resign to but its wee tithe."
"Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge,
And to thee will I sing the lull-dull dirge;
Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll."
"Burrow to the trothplight with Night and Devil! -
Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, merry to `come `twill."
"Whilom wast thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,
Elsewise will I coerce thine consonantry to turn whist;
Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath,
"Death - oh! fair and `guiling copesmate Death,
So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester,
Be not a malais`d beggar; claim this bloody jester!"
For do I solely what He to me liefly saith."