Mïre lyrics

Harken! - the clouds mustered in dark -

So painfully easing.

Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;

Its years of yore in a mire,

Each like a corpse within its grave;

Wrought for us a yearn of lief;

Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe;

Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses;

Ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously -

Jostl'd away the pale drape

That us had been o'erhung -

Tempt'd thy shutters to open

And thus quench'd the hearth;

Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold -

With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape

Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight -

This joy subdueth until it again waneth,

Save the drooping winter of stalwart.

• Artist:Theatre of Tragedy
• Album:Theatre of Tragedy (1995)