Cheerful Dirge Lyrics - Theatre Of Tragedy - Theatre Of Tragedy

Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy 

"Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance; 

Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd." 

"Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears - 

I deem the brood hath wan'd - 

fore'ermore?!" 

"Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale I hand back. 

Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! - 

Feathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart. 

Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea!" 

"Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of 

many battles!" 

"...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain! 

Please! - heed my words; 

In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears - 

In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand - 

The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor - 

And harken the nightingale sing oh so blithely!" 

"On his knees...A plea to harvest 

roses; 

No heed for the thorns yon count! 

Wherefore this gildd proffer? 

Wherefore not pay court to a maid 

more fair? - 

Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt 

weed! 

Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge! 

Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy 

me; 

Lest 'tis an act of wont! 

Many are the drapes that my past 

bury - 

Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!" 

"Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!; 

I bethink dotingly only thy weal - 

"Forgive me for deeming thee direfully - 

Therein abdiding with thee 

Yet I was a trifle daunt'd." 

Is for me the grandest boon!"