Artist：theatre of tragedy
Songs Title：a hamlet for a slothful vassal
＂Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth.＂
＂Ye beholdest but the shadow. -- ＂That is a lie!
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - -- Lief I am not!
I deem - e＇er and anon!＂ -- My words are but a twist.
-- ＇Tis a feign lie through
-- loathing, I say!＂
＂To and fro, save hither,
Is thy love.＂
-- ＂A dotard gaffer, I daresay...＂
＂Not a loth! -
But vying for my kinsmen!＂
-- ＂...a sapling not!＂
＂Beautiful tyrant!
Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven!
Wolvish-ravening lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parch sot.
Hie to tell me
What ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!＂
-- ＂Wherefore call me such names;
-- Nay imp am I!
＂E＇er thou sayest aye! -- ＂That is a lie! -- Thou art my aghast hart -
Thief of a plot! -- Lief I am not! -- Grazing in the glade.＂
Now go to thy tryst -- My words are but a twist!
Go, leave, totter! - -- Fare well! - with joy I came,
Until ye dwindlest. -- With rue I leave.
A morsel, nay more, -- Even the orb cannot
For thy journey -- Help me melt the ice?!＂
Hither an thither!＂
