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letra de fair and 'guiling copesmate death - theatre of tragedy

“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 hourgl-ss is at tide,
’tis and hath e’er been merry blood to pest –
to be adust for time longer can i not bide,
hence the heart hale out thro’ the chest!
misery thee?! – rather misery me! –
for in time’s durance am i naught but wee.”
“sensing this pine is as deep as the
deepest chasm,
hither! – cede and fulfil my phantasm!
cherish me and sonorously do me laud –
for dread! – thine eyes will behold a guise faugh’d.”
“this tender and loving pest i to the bequeath,
thence swiftly 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 afeared and reluctant wh-r-;
irksomely coy, save wilied by alarum,
bear this torture and maim with decorum.”
“if e’er always was i this blissful and blithe
would i resign to but it’s wee t-the.”
“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 the nigh 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,
so that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester,
for do i solely what he to me liefly saith.”
“death – oh! fair and ‘guiling copesmate death,
be not a malais’d beggar; claim this bl–dy jester!”

- theatre of tragedy

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