Seraphic Deviltry lyrics

Song information

Artist: Theatre Of Tragedy
Album: Velvet Darkness They Fear

Lyrics

Whether he the quaint savant's power doth held I now not
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth he is -
Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is he held
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addéd are -
Pelf they are, dare I say!
Maugre his diurnal serphic deviltry
I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
To claim the glore is he suffer'd
"Grant me the fatlings", gouth he, "the fatter the better!"
And died they of starvation;
They are not slaughtering their fatlings -
They are slaughtering 'hemselves
Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask
And dare I say this burthen weightful was
Wrack of his machine - like motion was I naméd
Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike - yet whettéd and dight are its edges..

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