Fair And 'guiling Copesmate Death Lyrics - Velvet Darkness They Fear - Theatre Of Tragedy

"Gaunt and gnarl'd 

Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin' aghast, 

And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast." 

"Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside, 

Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest, 

The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, 

'Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest - 

To be adust for time longer can I not bide, 

Hence the heart hale out thro' the chest! 

Misery thee?! - Rather misery me! - 

For in Time's durance am I naught but wee." 

"Sensing this pine is as deep as the 

deepest chasm, 

Hither! - cede and fulfil my phantasm! 

Cherish me and sonorously do me laud - 

For dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd." 

"This tender and loving pest I to the bequeath, 

Thence swiftly wilt thou errant to 'Neath." 

"And to me should'st thou be the humblemost knave, 

Lest fear! - spit I on thy cist and grave! - 

Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch, 

And the tharms fluttering claw'd and eldritch." 

"To conquer thee and thy blood for glore 

Art thou my afeared and reluctant whore; 

Irksomely coy, save wilied by alarum, 

Bear this torture and maim with decorum." 

"If e'er always was I this blissful and blithe 

Would I resign to but its wee tithe." 

"Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge, 

And to thee will I sing the lull-dull 

dirge; 

Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll." 

"Burrow to the trothplight with the Nigh and Devil! - 

Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill." 

"Whilom wast thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst, 

Elsewise will I coerce 

thine consonantry to turn whist; 

Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath, 

So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester, 

For do I solely what He to me liefly saith." 

"Death - oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate Death, 

Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester!"