מילים לשיר Poppea – Theatre Of Tragedy

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess Thine feral grith with me, Poppea, be Hell's hap, Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy. Stay my adamant And the wench doth bawdness to blow, And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Suffer me to transfix thee, And, twine 'hem apart.
Let me dawt thine twain
Of marrow, do na mell, I am Morelle The bosom'd Titivil, travail me, a fain,
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness
Displode me in a font
And the wench doth bawdness to blow, Stay my adamant
Suffer me to transfix thee, And the wench doth bawdness to blow, And, twine 'hem apart.Let me dawt thine twain.