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Theatre Of Tragedy

Fair And Guiling Copesmate Death

 

Fair And Guiling Copesmate Death

(album: Velvet Darkness They Fear - 1996)


"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
"Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm
'Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest
Hither! cede and fulfil my phantasm
To be adust for time longer can I not bide
Cherish me and sonorously do me laud
Hence the heart hale out thro' the chest
For dread! thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd"
Misery thee?! Rather misery me
For in Time's durance am I naught but wee"
"This tender and loving pest I to thee bequeath
Thence switly 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 afeard and reluctant whore
Irksomely coy, save wiliéd 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 Night 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
"Death oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate Death
So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester
Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester!"
For do I solely what He to me liefly saith"

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