Mre Lyrics

Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy
Harken! - teh clouds musterd in dark -
So painfully easing.
Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;
Its years of yore in a mre,
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 hath it exist'd so sonorously -Theatre Of Tragedy - Mre - http://motolyrics.com/theatre-of-tragedy/mre-lyrics.html
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.