Lorelei
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作词 : Hein Frode Hansen/Johan Espen/Liv Kritine Espenaes/Raymond Rohony

作曲 : Hein Frode Hansen/Johan Espen/Liv Kritine Espenaes/Raymond Rohony

Frie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa?ade;

A serenade siren’d to lure - Zound! Not to court me?

A m?nad, yet the sweetest colleen -

Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Lorelei,

Apoet of tragedies, scribe Ilauds to death,

Yet who the hell was I to dare?

Lorelei,

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

D?dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,

For all years a damnndest and driegh ‘d accolade -

Caus’d for all eyes mazéd to behold a mêlée;

In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:

The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,

Below’d bidingly by my heart’s quailing quire.

Lorelei,

A poet of tragidies, scribe I lauds to Death,

Yet who the hell was I to dare?

Lorelei

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Perchance author I thee this ikon ‘d apologue for aught,

Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethlink thine afterthought:,

Tween Aether, Nether art thou the peerless phoenix -

Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.

Lorelei,

A poet of tragidies, scribe I lauds to Death,

Yet who the hell was I to dare?

Lorelei

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

作词 : Hein Frode Hansen/Johan Espen/Liv Kritine Espenaes/Raymond Rohony

作曲 : Hein Frode Hansen/Johan Espen/Liv Kritine Espenaes/Raymond Rohony

Frie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa?ade;

A serenade siren’d to lure - Zound! Not to court me?

A m?nad, yet the sweetest colleen -

Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Lorelei,

Apoet of tragedies, scribe Ilauds to death,

Yet who the hell was I to dare?

Lorelei,

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

D?dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,

For all years a damnndest and driegh ‘d accolade -

Caus’d for all eyes mazéd to behold a mêlée;

In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:

The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,

Below’d bidingly by my heart’s quailing quire.

Lorelei,

A poet of tragidies, scribe I lauds to Death,

Yet who the hell was I to dare?

Lorelei

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Perchance author I thee this ikon ‘d apologue for aught,

Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethlink thine afterthought:,

Tween Aether, Nether art thou the peerless phoenix -

Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.

Lorelei,

A poet of tragidies, scribe I lauds to Death,

Yet who the hell was I to dare?

Lorelei

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

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