Angйlique — текст песни (Theatre Of Tragedy)

Words by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy

Thou dawdl`d not bringing me fro Жther to Nether,
Still, duringly cling I on to this heather -
Dew-scentйd blossom; thou wast pristine,
The sweven of thee ne`er will I cede, my colleen.
Drat this creature of memories ill,
Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell.

`Vaunt! - Devil tyne -
Wadst thou wane fore`ermae;
Daunt - sinsyne thence,
Ta`en as a dint, Angйlique?

Perforce and grinningly shall I maim in the vie -
Alas dastard! - hanging by the noose die.

`Vaunt! - Devil tyne -
Wadst thou wane fore`ermae;
Daunt - sinsyne thence,
Ta`en as a dint, Angйlique?

`Come not wont to this uncouth Devil!,
Lest to a Devil thou wilt translate...my Angel.

`Vaunt! - Devil tyne -
Wadst thou wane fore`ermae;
Daunt - sinsyne thence,
Ta`en as a dint, Angйlique?