A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal lyrics

Song information

Artist: Theatre Of Tragedy
Album: Theatre Of Tragedy

Lyrics

Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky
Yonder the whist firth eathing
Fro where a gale erranteth

Ye beholdest but the shadow
That is a lie!
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -
Lief I am not!
I deem - e'er and anon!
My words are but a twist
Tis a feigned lie through loathing
I say!
To and fro, save hither
Is thy love
A dotard gaffer, I daresay..
Not a loth! -
But vying for my kinsmen!
...A sapling not!
Beautiful tyrant!
Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven!
Wolvish-ravening lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parched sot
Hie to tell me
What ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!
Wherefore call me such names;
Nay imp am i!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Grazing in the glade

E'er thou sayest aye!
That is a lie!
Thief of a plot!
Lief I am not!
Now go to thy tryst!
My words are but a twist!
Go, leave, totter!
Fare well! - with joy I came
Until ye dwindlest
With rue I leave
A morsel, nay more
Even the orb cannot
For thy journey
Help me melt the ice?!
Hither and thither!