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Theatre Of Tragedy - A hamlet for a slothful vassal lyrics

Liv:
«Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist firth eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth.»

Raymond:
«Ye beholdest but the shadow.
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -
I deem - e'er and anon!»

Liv:
«That is a lie!
Lief I am not!
My words are but a twist.»

Liv:
«'Tis a feignéd lie through loathing, I say!»

Raymod:
«To and fro, save hither, is thy love.»

Liv:
«A dotard gaffer, I daresay...»

Raymod:
«Not a loth, but vying for my kinsmen.»

Liv:
«...a sapling not!»

Raymod:
«Beautiful tyrant!
Fiend angelical!
Dove-featheréd raven!
Wolvish-ravening lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parchéd sot.
Hie to tell me what ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!»

Liv:
«Wherefore call me such names;
Nay imp am I!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Grazing in the glade.»

Raymod:
«E'er thou sayest aye!
Thief of a plot!
Now go to thy tryst!»

Liv:
«That is a lie!
Lief I am not!
My words are but a twist!»

Raymod:
«Go, leave, totter!
Until ye dwindlest.
A morsel, nay more,
For thy journey
Hither and thither!»

Liv:
«Fare well! - with joy I came,
With rue I leave
Even the orb
Cannot help me melt the ice?!»