Hollow-Hearted, Heart-Departed

Hollow-Hearted, Heart-Departed - Theatre Of Tragedy (悲情剧院)

Filthy harlots the Lord's grape

With lore ornamented entreating

Hollow-hearted heart-departed

Yet thou reapest the blooming rose

When 'tis the w**d which is to be swath'd

I do in the blooming flower pleasure find

Innocence is reserved for the meek

Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be

Hah for thee even a hound holdeth the throne

Unwanted child of mother Plague of plagues

Father of leprous children

I wield ye to stint this brawl

Nigh is the ford yet harken do not thwart

Desirest thou to do it withal

I shall cause thy body by one head too short

Sayest ye nay to my boon

Then wilt thou from bloodshed swoon

Err me not Must ye bethink my foolhardiness

Be vanished Be banished

If ye deemest me not wroth

My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword

Lest thou dost totter

Whid along Wherefore irk my haughtiness

No man No man at all

Wherefore bereave

Be it lord or beggar

The kine of the sward

Bereaveth my dignity

Loom my darling sun

Bear the scarlet colour