Hollow-hearted, Heart-departed Lyrics - Theatre Of Tragedy - 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!"