Where She Wept - The Promise and the Breath (Act III) | Текст песни

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Wherefore hath thou taketh?
She hath but not a life
Daunt thee in formality
Darest I claim thee adamant
A peasant, a thief of a heart
Behest of funeral light
Wadst thee thy penalty?
Then by the noose shall I die!
Torment thy night in sleepless
In nightmare wadst my flourish
Tis a December in June?
Irrelevance merest a season
In letter believeth me
Tis quill shaketh?
I, of not a forsooth
But pain shall cometh thee!
Findeth thee, thy body
Thy breath, nay a morsel left
To die as thee liveth, in beauty
As to me, drowneth in temerity
But life merest a costume for our dance soon to be
Spareth me this absolution
Tis pagan boundeth for hell?
No! For hell cometh now!
Oh the dagger be thee muse
Thy \"fathers\" lies, now my truth
No such need for my reprieve
I shall bringeth heaven to its knees
Thy rage soareth in this tempestuous night
A blood stained canvas, thy tabard I painteth
This art unforgiving
My demise, that is a lie!
Falleth we both but difference exists
Thy \"daughters\" trust, thy \"daughters\" love
To have myself what ye hold not
E'er thou maketh thee grave
To whom oweth this invitation?
Then cometh the masquerade indeed!
...and to regret our hearts not abide
A love carved in death, forever we fly

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