Theatre of Tragedy — Poppaea
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Poppaea Theatre of Tragedy05:48
Текст песни: Poppaea
Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! - A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil Thine feral grith with me, Poppaea, be Hell's hap: Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy And the wench doth bawdness to blow Stay my adamant - Suffer me to transfix thee: And the wench doth bawdness to blow Let me dawt thine twain - And, twine 'hem apart Of marrow, do na mell; I am Morelle - The bosom'd Titivil; travail me; fain Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet Displode me in a font - Poppaea, do what thou wilt And the wench doth bawdness to blow Stay my adamant - Suffer me to transfix thee: And the wench doth bawdness to blow Let me dawt thine twain - And, twine 'hem apart
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