Poppea lyrics

Song information

Artist: Theatre Of Tragedy
Album: Aegis

Lyrics

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! -
A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the devil
Thine feral grith with me, poppea, be hell's hap;
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: laughing tragedy

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee;
And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine 'hem apart

Of marrow, do na mell; I am morelle -
The bosom'd titivil; travail me; a fáin
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet
Displode me in a font - poppea, do what thou wilt

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee;
And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine 'hem apart