Hollow-Heartèd, Heart-Departèd

(álbum: Theatre Of Tragedy - 1995)

Filthy harlots the Lord's grape
With lore ornamented entreating
Hollow hearted, heart-departed
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

I do, in the blooming flower, pleasure find
And me in the yesterday's bind?
Innocence is reserved for the meek
Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be

Hah! for thee even a hound holdeth the throne
Unwanted child of mother! Plague of plagues
Father of leprous children
I wield ye to stint this brawl
Nigh is the ford yet harken! do not thwart
Desirest thou to do it withal
I shall cause thy body by one head too short
Sayest ye nay to my boon
Then wilt thou from bloodshed swoon

Err me not! Must ye bethink my foolhardiness
Be vanished! Be banished
If ye deemest me not wroth
My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword
Lest thou dost totter
Whid along! Wherefore irk my haughtiness?

No man... No man at all
Wherefore bereave
Be it lord or beggar
The kine of the sward?
Bereaveth my dignity
Wherefore holdest thou for
Me such a quality scowl?
Loom my darling sun
Bear the scarlet colour