Playlist Theatre Of Tragedy

theatre of tragedy - 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 feignéd 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 parchèd 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 aghasthart -
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!"

theatre of tragedy - venus

Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria
De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere.

Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send;
As a disciple of a villain
Didst thou act the tragedienne.

Iam amore virginali totus ardeo.
Amor volat undique, captus est libidine.Venus! - I trow'd thouwast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send;
As a disciple of a villain
Didst thou act the tragedienne.

Iam amore virginali totus ardeo.
Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria
De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere.
Tui lucent oculi sicut solis radij.
Sicut splendor fulguris, qui lucem donat tenebris.

theatre of tragedy - lament of the perishing roses

Where'er thou walkest, thou strewest roses - Thornless and deep
reds are they;
Onto a beauteous path harmony thou leadest,
Where waterfalls sing their hymns of appraisal.

Germinate into green the sterile earth -
Equiponderat'd new life against decay.

Wash the macrocosm with morning dew -
Aurora of the waterfalls' encircling rainbows.

In the horizon the appearance of a blackening empyrean,
A furious whirling wind accompanied by skies of dusk.

In the lead - The Pale Horse - pulling a cart of dead deities -
The beautiful colors are drift'd away.

Black Asphodels ascend from the overcloudéd livid blossom;
Completely covering acherontic the land that was thought
everlasting.

theatre of tragedy - a distance there is

Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside;
And I am trapp'd -
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence, yet thou let'st thy lass into peril
-
Thou let'st me be parched;
My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!", thou sayest -
There I soon am to be - but how am I to run when my bones, my heart!
Thou hast me bereaft! -
But run thou sayest; I run -
And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay -
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?!
After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beatiful moments shared, deliberatlely push'd aside -
...a distance there is...

theatre of tragedy - cassandra

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return -
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;
Proffer'd to her his wauking heart - she turn'd it down,
Ripostéd with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn.

Prophetess or fond?,
Tho' her parle of truth:
«I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!»,
Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane -
Sëer of the future, not of twain,
«Sicker!», quoth Cassandra.

Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? -
A mistress fuell´d by his prest haughtiness -
If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee,
Belike egal as it to him might be?!

Prophetess or fond?,
Tho' her parle of truth:
«I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!»,
Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane -
Sëer of the future, not of twain,
«Sicker!», quoth Cassandra.

'Or was he an æriéd being,
'Or was he weening - alack nay mo;
Her naysay' raught his heart,
Her daffing was the grave of all hope -
She beliéd her own words,
He thought her life, save moreo'er scourge,
She held him august, yet wee;
He left her ne'er without his heart.

theatre of tragedy - forever is the world

Into a different kind of view
Not meant for human eyes
Everything?s dark and fades away
This moment just opened my eyes, now I say:
I never knew anything felt like this
It has just begun

Please be aware of the change in your mind
Everyone?s telling lies
Somewhere between every now and then
Harmoniously facing the truth of your past
I know by now, every night has its dawn
Be aware and see
I know by now, every night has its dawn
Be aware and see

And as your last day draws to an end
Take my last good smile
All I can do now is watch as you fall,
Bid my last good bye

There?s an exception to every rule
Don?t trust the yellow light
Constantly searching to find your way home
The beauty?s been lying right here all along
Only Man ends. But forever?s the world
Just don?t fall asleep
So here we sway at the edge of the world
Holding hands
Clutching at straws, keep each other awake
World will not end at this shift
I never knew anything felt like this
It has just begun?

theatre of tragedy - siren

-- 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 luréd by the scent of lote -
-- 'Od! - the f?tid - eft hie back I mote;
-- For what I did my soul atrouncéd,
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!

theatre of tragedy - velvet darkness they fear

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theatre of tragedy - a nine days wonder

Don?t save the day it?s not over
We fall for better or worse
I can see the sparkling ice is breaking
I?ve seen you got a speck of dust in your eye
Act as if there?s no tomorrow

Don?t fall, stay awake
I surrender
Lie close untill they?ve gone
A nine days wonder
Days will come; the old once are wiser, and better the truth
Ambiguity speaking
In and out of season the tide is turning
It will be serving you right

We dream of days even stranger
Please stay, get into the rhymes
Turning back, at one way or the other
Proceed, the childhood?s end has only begun

You may run ? but you can?t hide from the truth
May you not rest until they are gone

theatre of tragedy - a rose for the dead

-- oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear -
-- albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.

my precious,
likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?
the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery!

-- wanion its oh so damndest soul!
-- with the devil-instrument it we shall reap,
-- after the banquet obscur'd in our thole,
-- its blood so lovingly across our faces smear

-- lord of carnagel,

lady of carnagel,

-- one funeral maketh many,

swarm god's acres;

-- two indeed more:
-- blest treat of delight -

give praise for the blood it bled,
grant a rose for the dead! -- grant a rose for the dead!

enraptur'd by the timeless beauty of the
shadowsphere,
we two abide the overlook'd time of the watch.

-- make this cherish'd feast last
-- but until the new dawn ascendeth.

be still - harken the lure of night!
bale in each its damndest shadow,
cloth me in night, ne'er fell rue,
in its face, behold! naught save grue.

pray, ne'er come hither daylight! -- wane to dust the wight,
velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow! -- misery it in velvetfright

theatre of tragedy - a song by the hearth

"E'er and anon, thence hither -
Yore of this glum gauntness.
Ye eavesdroppest to my plea -
Tarry not thy fealty!

Stint this bereavement dear friend! -
Wherefore dreegh me?
Nay leech, nay witch,
Doth but to cede my pall!"
Harness gildéd, steed mountéd.
Stern - I deem - a sire of conquer.
Alack! - Solely bethought -
Mayhap a song by the hearth?!

Uncouth esquire parch'd my veins -
Drat this sapling-drag! - Fray me! -
And heed me! - Aye! - Be naught! -
Should ye muster daggers in thy brow!
"Fare well! - my kinsmen -
I have drunk my last ale -
Eat and drink well -
O! - Behold my final skirmish."

Crops be irk'd by draught -
Kinsmen waylain by robbers -
Kine of thine stampeding -
Curse thee fore'ermore!
Until then ne'er will I drink wine,
Nor shall I feel the melodious taste of honey!

theatre of tragedy - and when he falleth

"Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."
"There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dementéd - blindfoldéd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."

"Might I too was blindfoldéd ere,
"The quality of mercy and absolution,
Tho' years have master'd me
Whence cometh such qualities?
A masque of this to fashion:
Build thyself a mirror in which
Seer blest, thou best philosopher!"
Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!"

"'Tis the Divine Comedy -
"'Tis the Divine Tragedy -
The fool and the mocking court;
The fool and the mocking court;
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."
Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,
Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame;
Earth beareth no balm for mistakes -
We hold the Earth fro Hell away."

"Believe? In a deily long dead? -
I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn;
Whith faärtytales fill'd up in head;
Thoughts of the Book stillborn."

"Shadow of annoyance -
Ne'er come hither!
...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
Ne'er to ascend again..."

[ Dialog from "And when He Falleth" ]

[Male Voice]
That cross you wear around your neck;
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

[Female Voice]
Yes, I believe - truly

Then I want you to remove it at once!
- and never to wear it within this castle
again! Do you know how a falcon is trained my
dear? Her eyes are sown shut. Blinded temporarily
she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until
her will is submerged and she learns to serve -
as your God taught and blinded you with
crosses.

You had me take off my cross because it
offended....

It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.

My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....
Believe?! If you believe you are gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

There is also love and life and hope.

Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist... he is long
since dead. Someone... something rules in his
place.

theatre of tragedy - angélique

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?

theatre of tragedy - as the shadows dance

My eyes hold the eventide, -- albeit behind the eyes thou hast
thro' which I 'hold naught else -- a flame enshroudéd in itsblackness;
but the raven; -- burning without the faintest breeze.
sleep my dearest ones - -- teach me, dearest, the reasonwherefore
mind not the palling velvet darkness -- thou by such angst mark'dart?!

wherefore is here loneliness?;
infinite hollowness
in which my thoughts echo,
to the shadows i whisper -
with the shadows i waltz -
bear me; i am not the plague,
altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?!

dare not naysaying my grant; -- dance no longer with theshadows,
vanish with me abaft the unlight! - -- dance no longer with thedead in the graveyard;
o! the taste on thine lips; -- dance with me the mephistowaltz.
a trickling deep red love - -- wedlock 'twixt day and night -
everlasting lightheartédness - -- offer me relief fro thesunrays.
a kiss for thee my dear.

ah! such delight i sense: -- eternally and ne'erendingly;
savour the bitter grapes of life! -- a soulsister of thine iam.

-- let me openly greet thy kiss;
-- the most loving and caring bites.

grant me thineself!,
i bore the woe in my heart,
my heart was shatter'd into its tithe, -- as i depart embraceme,
save yet are its chambers in flood. -- and in paltry time will ire-awake -
-- i love thee.

theatre of tragedy - ashes and dreams

Everyone else speaks in a drone
Round and round into the unknown
Afternoon sun filters out through smoke
The hum of factories quietly revoked

Touch of elation
Panicked inside
Praying for silence, our lives all in vain
Fallen out of love
Haunted - will always run

Wonderful shatterproof metal walls
In timeless rapture withstand it all
Lifeless engines in the summer towns
On empty vistas where the quiet abounds

Seasons change us
This moment envisions eternity
I see slowly the shadows belong to me
Feel my emotions, believe me
It's just like a summer breeze
Sorrow changes us
This moment envisions eternity

Losing all senses
What did we become?
Someone grew stronger, while some other passed
This is what remains
Ashes and dreams of better days

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