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Theatre Of Tragedy - Hollow-hearted, heart-departed lyrics

Liv:
«Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape!
With lore ornamentéd entreating;
Hollow heartéd, heart-departéd -
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd!»

Raymond:
«I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find!»

Liv:
«And me in the yesterdays bind?!»

Raymond:
«Innocence is reservéd for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!»

Liv:
«Hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne.
Unwantéd child of mother! - Plague of plagues!
Father of leprous children.
I wield ye to stint this brawl!
Nigh is the ford - yet harken! - do not thwart!
Desirest thou to do it withal,
I shall cause thy body by one head too short!
Sayest ye nay to my boon;
Then wilt thou from bloodshed swoon!»

Raymond:
«Err me not! - Must ye bethink my foolhardiness!
Be vanished! - Be banished! -
If ye deemest me not wroth.
My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword
Lest thou dost totter -
Whid along! - Wherefore irk my haughtiness?»

Raymond:
«Wherefore bereave
The kine of the sward?
Wherefore holdest thou for
Me such a quailing scowl?»

Liv:
«No man... No man at all!,
Be it lord or beggar
Bereaveth my dignity!»

Liv:
«Loom my darling sun -
Bear the scarlet colour!»