Siren — текст песни (Theatre Of Tragedy)

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta`en -
By whom, know I not; `lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -
Fro my heart wilt thou ne`er
Have I been `sooth sinsyne.
Be left without - come!

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say`st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown `tis -
Dodge na `way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
`Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
How I wish for thee again,
O! do believe me, `twasn`t a frounce.
Will I give thee it: Troth.

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say`st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown `tis -
Dodge na `way herefro, do come here in eath!