Lyrics Theatre Of Tragedy – Seraphic Deviltry
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Whether He the quaint savant’s power doth held I know not
Albeit aetat a thousand stars’ birth He is
Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is He held
And by plastic consonantry e’en more servants to the host addéd are
Pelf they are, dare I say
Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry
I say that deviltry — ’tis forsooth deviltry
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is
To claim the glore is He suffer’d
«Grant me the fatlings», gouth He, «the fatter the better!»
And died they of starvation
They are not slaughtering their fatlings
They are slaughtering ‘hemselves
Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask
And dare I say this burthen weightful was
Wrack of His machine — like motion was I nam’d
Tho’ blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike — yet whettéd and dight are its edges…
Pelf they are, dare I say
Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry
I say that deviltry — ’tis forsooth deviltry
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is
To claim the glore is He suffer’d
«Grant me the fatlings», gouth He, «the fatter the better!»
And died they of starvation
They are not slaughtering their fatlings
They are slaughtering ‘hemselves
Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask
And dare I say this burthen weightful was
Wrack of His machine — like motion was I nam’d
Tho’ blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike — yet whettéd and dight are its edges…
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Theatre Of Tragedy – Seraphic Deviltry
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