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Theatre Of Tragedy - Cheerful dirge lyrics

Raymond:
«Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance;
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd.»

Liv:
«Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -
I deem the brood hath wan'd -
fore'ermore?!»

Raymond:
«Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale I hand back.
Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! -
Feathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart.
Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea!»

Liv:
«Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of many battles!»

Raymond:
«...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain!
Please! - heed my words;
In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears -
In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand -
The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor -
And harken the nighttingale sing oh so blithely!»

Liv:
«On his knees... A plea to harvest roses;
No heed for the thorns yon count!
Wherefore vow me?
Wherefore this gilded proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair? -
Morn of a joyous day! Flower 'twixt weed!
Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!
Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy me;
Lest 'tis an act of wont!
Many are the drapes that my past bury -
Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!»

Liv:
«Forgive me for deeming thee direfully -
Yet I was a trifle daunt'd.»

Raymond:
«Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!;
I bethink dotingly only thy weal -
Therein abiding with thee
Is for me the grandest boon!»