Angélique Songtext
von Theatre of Tragedy

Thou dawdled not bringing me fro aether to nether

Still, duringly cling I on to, to this heather

Dew-scented 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

'Vaunt, devil tyne
Wadst thou wane fore′ermae
Daunt, sinsyne thence
Ta'en as a dint, Angélique

'Vaunt, devil tyne
Wadst thou wane fore′ermae
Daunt, sinsyne thence
Ta′en as a dint, Angélique