composed of members from various bands from western mass and southern ct
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Lorelei
of Tragedy Lyrics
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A serenade siren'd to lure Zounds! not to court me?
A menad, yet the sweetest colleen
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine
Lorelei
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlee
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire
Lorelei
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought
'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix
The song "Lorelei" by Tragedy explores the theme of love and loss through the persona's reflection on past events. The persona questions the authenticity of the love he received from his lover, Ferie, wondering if it was only a facade to lure him. Despite his doubts, he acknowledges Ferie as the sweetest and most beautiful of them all. The persona also mourns the loss of his lover, expressing how painful it is to live without love.
The chorus, which repeatedly mentions "Lorelei," reveals the persona's inner turmoil as a poet of tragedies. He acknowledges his craft but wonders if he had the right to be so bold as to dare to love Ferie. The song continues with the persona reminiscing about the tragedy that led to Ferie's demise. He refers to it as a pasquinade, implying that it was a vulgar performance. However, he throws his bouquet of flowers into the melee, revealing how he loved Ferie despite her faults. The persona's heart was quailing, indicating that he was afraid, but he was nonetheless in love.
Line by Line Meaning
Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade
My beloved, was our love true or just a mere illusion?
A serenade siren'd to lure Zounds! not to court me?
Did you use your beautiful song to tempt me into loving you, rather than truly courting me?
A menad, yet the sweetest colleen
You may be wild and untamed, but you are still the most beautiful woman I have ever met.
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine
You revealed to me a pure and innocent way of living that I had never experienced before.
Lorelei
The beautiful woman who enchanted me with her song.
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death
I am a writer of sad stories and I praise Death for the inspiration it brings me.
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Who was I to even think that I could have a chance with someone as beautiful as you?
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Don't you realize how much I need you in my life?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Don't you see how much it hurts to lose someone you love?
Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade
You played the tragic game for years, receiving praise for your sorrowful performance.
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade
You were praised for your sadness, but it was a curse that weighed heavily on you.
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlee
Everyone was confused and amazed by the chaos that surrounded us.
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet
Amidst the turmoil, I gave you my heart as a symbol of my love.
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire
My love is the only thing keeping this relationship alive.
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire
My heart's trembling choir called out to you, begging for your love.
Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught
Perhaps I am writing this story as an apology to you for something.
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought
If this burden is too heavy for you to bear, then reconsider what you want.
'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix
You are a unique and beautiful creature, unlike any other.
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix
My dear, please choose to be with me instead of any other uninteresting suitors.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TINA WEYMOUTH, LAURA ELIZABETH WEYMOUTH, STEVEN J.C. STANLEY, ADRIAN BELEW, CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@TheSuicider81
Man I miss this type of music. The 90's truly was the golden age of gothic and melodic death metal.
@franciscoaparicio4855
YES IT WAS...
@franciscoaparicio4855
I MISS IT DEEPLY AND DEARLY TOO
@zombiemachinery4868
Gothic, black metal, power metal and melodic death metal. Good times...
@ComaLies225
I love the fact that this band used Early Modern English. First time I found about them I was intrigued
@aidacailar1126
Only one word could describe this song: masterpiece.
@fiszu4075
I listened a lot to this band, I think none of my metal friends even knew it existed
@binesdo3717
same, i feel you.
i started listening to TOT when I was in 1st year high school, year 2001.
until now 2022 I'm 34 y/o I still listening to this band.
one of a fan from the Philippines ❤️❤️❤️
@Gaze73
You shoulda told them about it then.
@leovala7125
Great song and amazing band!!!
Probably, this is my favourite song from this wonderful band..
Greetings from Ecuador!!!
(Lago Gris, gothic metal band).