1. Samantha

Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging – ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide –
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was 'gal.

Riddance,
Sith the one.

2. Virago

Twit me, I am thy tyke;
Meekness for thee aught.

Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue –
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! – a swingeing shrew.

Skelp me – gar me pain,
Pray soft; tender ache.

Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue –
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! – a swingeing shrew.

3. Lorelei (Icon Of Coil Remix)

Faerie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade;
A serenade siren'd to lure – Zounds! not to court me?
A maenad, yet the sweetest colleen –
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Daedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade –
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a melee;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.

Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
'Tween AEther and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix –
Prithee, darlingmost! – court me rather than the peevish prolix.

4. The Masquerader And Phoenix (Phoenix Mix)

Hist! – The sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-stanc'd ballerina,
Her wee feet in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl,
And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth – Egad! this quagmire;
Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage:
Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden
By the mummer'd-masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly,
His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummer'd 'tis –
Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam,
Her sweetness ne'er cloy – further! further! –
His scratching and dallying hollow-heartйd eyes
Her breasts and vestal heart caress,
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aлrily,
Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly;
His one and sole swath
With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth –
And her umbral foetal scream –
As the song climaxeth
And slowly dieth
Away...

5. On Whom The Moon Doth Shine (Unhum Mix)

"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
Allow me thee to adown,
Of any sort thou fancieth;
Each holdeth its own fancy, I say –
Yet the pleasure we partake in
Was caus'd by the fang'd grin,
Save!, do I for him anger hold?:
Nay – I knew I was fey!"

"Had I what it taketh, I would do;
I sense – I cannot sense,
I am – yet! I am not –
Once I kiss'd the image
Of the Seven Angels of Death..."

"Yet as thou so didst,
On my lips a kiss landed,
And with the shadows blended
The tendermost silken mourn.;
In which the light hidden is –
Yon Hell's brazen doors
Wrothfully it trieth to push."

"Then, lo! the Bleak Death,
Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept:
Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath, "Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red tears they wept, Together red tears we wept – in vain,
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead – And pass'd the procession of dancers dead –
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed." As in darkness were we lock'd in wed:
I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death."

"And Hell open'd its doors,
Yet what was 'fore my eyes "Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light." But if not the brightest light."

6. Der Tanz Der Schatten (Club Mix)

"Meine Augen sind so dunkel, "Gleichwohl hast du deine Augen versteckt
Auch sind die Visionen schwarz, Lichtschein hinter der Dunkelheit;
Schwarz wie die Nacht; Ein Licht das mir gezeigt hat,
Der Dammerzustand des Menschen – Das du von Angst erfullt bist.
Ist meine Zeit des Daseins." Erzahle mir bitte
Warum du diese Angst in Dir tragst?!"

"Ich bin so alleine;
Einsamkeit in Ewigkeit –
Gedanken nur fur mich,
Mit dem Schatten flustere ich –
Mit dem Schatten tanze ich –
Einsam wandere ich,
Das Blut begehre ich: Totentanz."

"Den todlichen Kus zu empfangen; "Tanze nicht mehr mit dem Schatten,
Folge der Finsternis in das Nichts! – Tanze bitte nicht uber das Grab;
Suser Nektar auf deinen Lippen; Tanze mit mir den Walzer Luzifers.
Ein Rinnsal blutfeuchtes Leben, Ich sehne mich deine Braut zu sein
Ich lecke die Liebe aus deinem Gesicht, – Um zu Finsternis zu werden."
Ich lecke den Has aus deinem Gesicht.."

"Ein so berauschendes Gefuhl: "Fur immer und unendlich:
Meine bittere Existenz zu schmecken!" Ein Seelsorger deiner bin ich."

"Las mich Deinen Kus begrusen:
Den selbstzerstorerischen Kus..."

"Gebe dich mir hin!,
Ich war von Trauer erfullt,
Ich war so untrostlich, "...Bis ich sterbe, umarme mich,
Doch du hast die Liebe entfacht..." Und ich werde wieder auferstehen...
Ich liebe dich..."