3. Lorelei (icon Of Coil Remix)
F©rie Dearest, Was It Loe Soothfast Or A Fa§ade;
A Serenade Siren'd To Lure - Zounds! Not To Court Me?
A M¦nad, Yet The Sweetest Colleen -
Certes Didst Thou Me Unveil Meekly Life Pristine.
Lorelei,
A Poet Of Tragedies, Scribe I Lauds To Death,
Yet Who The Hell Was I To Dare?
Lorelei,
Canst Thou Not See Thou To Me Needful Art?
Canst Thou Not See The Loss Of Loe Painful Is?
D¦dally Didst Thou Perform The Tragic Pasquinade,
For All Years A Damndest And Driegh'd Accolade -
Caus'd For All Eyes Maz©d To Behold A Mєl©e;
In The Midst Did I Swainly Cast Thee My Bouquet:
The One And Sole Faggot That Feedeth The Fire,
Bellow'd Bidingly By My Heart's Quailing Quire.
Lorelei,
A Poet Of Tragedies, Scribe I Lauds To Death,
Yet Who The Hell Was I To Dare?
Lorelei,
Canst Thou Not See Thou To Me Needful Art?
Canst Thou Not See The Loss Of Loe Painful Is?
Perchance Author I Thee This Ikon'd Apologue For Aught,
Doth The Wecht Burthen Thee?, Then Bethink Thine Afterthought:
'tween †ther And 'nether Art Thou The Peerless Phœnix -
Prithee, Darlingmost! - Court Me Rather Than The Peevish Prolix.
Lorelei,
A Poet Of Tragedies, Scribe I Lauds To Death,
Yet Who The Hell Was I To Dare?
Lorelei,
Canst Thou Not See Thou To Me Needful Art?
Canst Thou Not See The Loss Of Loe Painful Is?
Lorelei,
A Poet Of Tragedies, Scribe I Lauds To Death,
Yet Who The Hell Was I To Dare?
Lorelei,
Canst Thou Not See Thou To Me Needful Art?
Canst Thou Not See The Loss Of Loe Painful Is?
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