Lyric Angélique

Words by Raymond, Music 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 wont 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?