Theatre of Tragedy - Siren | Текст песни

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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:
«List and heed», thou say'st
Chancing to lure.

Ryking for thee;
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap luréd by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the fœtid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrouncéd,

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:
«List and heed», thou say'st
Chancing to lure.

Ryking for thee;
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

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