Angélique lyrics
by Theatre of Tragedy
Thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro Æther to Nether
Still, duringly cling I on to this heather -
Dew-scentéd blossom; thou wast pristine
The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, my colleen
Drat this creature of memories ill
Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell
'Vaunt! — Devil tyne —
Wadst thou wane fore'ermae;
Daunt — sinsyne thence
Ta'en as a dint, Angélique?
Perforce and grinningly shall I maim in the vie -
Alas dastard! - hanging by the noose die
'Vaunt! — Devil tyne —
Wadst thou wane fore'ermae;
Daunt — sinsyne thence
Ta'en as a dint, Angélique?
'Come not won't to this uncouth Devil!
Lest to a Devil thou wilt translate... my Angel
'Vaunt! — Devil tyne —
Wadst thou wane fore'ermae;
Daunt — sinsyne thence
Ta'en as a dint, Angélique?