Bacchante lyrics

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 -

Have I been 'sooth sinsyne

Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er

Be left without - come!

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine

Ryking for me:

"List and heed", thou say'st

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 fœtid - eft hie back I mote;

For what I did my soul atrouncéd

O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce

How I wish for thee again

Will I give thee it: Troth

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine

Ryking for me:

"List and heed", thou say'st

Chancing to lure

Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -

Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

• Artist:Theatre of Tragedy
• Album:Aégis (1998)