[Words by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy]
Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! -
A funeral thou'lt
hark, swarth murderess - the Devil,
Thine feral grith with me, Poppea, 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; a fin,
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet,
Displode me in a font - Poppea, 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.