To These Words I Beheld No Tongue Lyrics - Theatre Of Tragedy

Soliloquy by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy 

Whether the thrond Monarch weareth the crown, 

Which I know not whether to his belongeth; 

Doth he hence the sceptre sway? 

Seasoneth he justice? 

Daresay I he doth not, 

Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? - 

Where doth sit my awe? - Trieth me conjure; 

Perchance a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? - 

Is the gentle rain a quality of his? - 

I bethink this fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this, 

I beheld to these words no tongue; are the 

Monarch's men his thralls or his servants? - 

Oft I waylay my tongue - 

Those of which are withal by my gnarld heart not heed'd; 

Or doth the throstle sing with more glee 

At daybreak than a twilight? - 

Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgment - 

Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is; 

That undiscover'd country; be that 

Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy; 

Tread not paths of new when those of old are 

Far by an only single footstep; walk, be it 

On the left, on the right - be it the one which 

Straight forward leadeth; the one of correct 

I have as until now not heed'd any signs of!