Siren
by Theatre Of Tragedy
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Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta´en
By whom, know I not ´lack! am I of twain
And as a crux, cede I my words
Fro my heart wilt thou ne´er
Have I been ´sooth sinsyne.
Be left without come!
{Refrain:}
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me
Ryking for thee
"List and heed", thou say´st
Wistful, whistful
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown ´tis
Dodge na ´way herefro, do come here in eath!
Mayhap lured by the scent of lote
´Od! the foetid eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
How I wish for thee again,
O! do believe me, ´twasn´t a frounce.
Will I give thee it: troth.
{au Refrain}
By whom, know I not ´lack! am I of twain
And as a crux, cede I my words
Fro my heart wilt thou ne´er
Have I been ´sooth sinsyne.
Be left without come!
{Refrain:}
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me
Ryking for thee
"List and heed", thou say´st
Wistful, whistful
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown ´tis
Dodge na ´way herefro, do come here in eath!
Mayhap lured by the scent of lote
´Od! the foetid eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
How I wish for thee again,
O! do believe me, ´twasn´t a frounce.
Will I give thee it: troth.
{au Refrain}