Seraphic Deviltry Lyrics - Velvet Darkness They Fear - Theatre Of Tragedy

Whether He the quaint savant's power doth hold I know not, 

Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is - 

Quoth I that for reasons to me oblivious 

August of a granditude of servants is He held, 

And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host added are - 

Pelf they are, dare I say! 

Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry 

I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! - 

Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is; 

To claim the glore is He suffer'd. 

"Grant me the fallings", quoth He, "the fatter the better!", 

And died they of starvation; 

They are not slaughtering their fatlings; 

They are slaughtering themselves. 

Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask, 

And dare I say this burden weightful was, 

Wrack of His machine-like motion was I named, 

Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt 

The machine alike - yet whetted a dight are its edges...