siren

hoş bir theatre of tragedy şarkısı.aegis albümünden.

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,

o! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.

how i wish for thee again,

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