Theatre Of Tragedy - Hollow скачать mp3

Filthy harlots - the Lord´s grape! With lore ornamentéd entreating; Hollow heartéd, heart-departéd - 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 is blind?! -- Innocence is reserved for the meek: -- Of naught is my grasp ne´er to be! Hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne. Unwantéd 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 vanishéd! - Be banishéd! - -- If ye deemest me not wroth. -- My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword -- Lest thou tost 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 quailing scowl? Loom my darling sun - Bear the scarlet colour!