Siren Lyrics - Closure: Live - Theatre Of Tragedy

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! 

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. 

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!