To These Words I Beheld No Tongue Lyrics
| Song | To These Words I Beheld No Tongue |
| Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
| Album | Theatre Of Tragedy |
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| Whether the thonéd Monarch weareth the crown | |
| Which I know not whether to his belongeth | |
| Doth he hence the sceptre sway? | |
| Seasoneth he justice? - | |
| Daresay I he doth not | |
| Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? - | |
| Where doth sit my awe? - Trieth me conjure | |
| Perchance a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? - | |
| Is the gentle rain a quality of his? - | |
| I bethink this fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this | |
| I beheld to these words no tongue; are the | |
| Monarchs's men his thralls or his servants? - | |
| Oft I waylay my tongue - | |
| Those of which are withal by my gnarléd heart not heed'd | |
| Or doth the trostle sing with more glee | |
| At daybreak than a twilight? - | |
| Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgement - | |
| Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is | |
| That undiscover'd country; be that | |
| Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy | |
| Tread not paths of new when those of old are | |
| Far by an only single footstep; walk, be it | |
| On the left, on the right - be it the one which | |
| Straight forward leadeth, the one of correct | |
| I have as until now not heed'd any signs of! |
| Whether the thone d Monarch weareth the crown | |
| Which I know not whether to his belongeth | |
| Doth he hence the sceptre sway? | |
| Seasoneth he justice? | |
| Daresay I he doth not | |
| Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? | |
| Where doth sit my awe? Trieth me conjure | |
| Perchance a spell? a reptile, a sullied hound? | |
| Is the gentle rain a quality of his? | |
| I bethink this fro my thoughts hitherto, about this | |
| I beheld to these words no tongue are the | |
| Monarchs' s men his thralls or his servants? | |
| Oft I waylay my tongue | |
| Those of which are withal by my gnarle d heart not heed' d | |
| Or doth the trostle sing with more glee | |
| At daybreak than a twilight? | |
| Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub reserve my judgement | |
| Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is | |
| That undiscover' d country be that | |
| Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy | |
| Tread not paths of new when those of old are | |
| Far by an only single footstep walk, be it | |
| On the left, on the right be it the one which | |
| Straight forward leadeth, the one of correct | |
| I have as until now not heed' d any signs of! |
| Whether the thoné d Monarch weareth the crown | |
| Which I know not whether to his belongeth | |
| Doth he hence the sceptre sway? | |
| Seasoneth he justice? | |
| Daresay I he doth not | |
| Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? | |
| Where doth sit my awe? Trieth me conjure | |
| Perchance a spell? a reptile, a sullied hound? | |
| Is the gentle rain a quality of his? | |
| I bethink this fro my thoughts hitherto, about this | |
| I beheld to these words no tongue are the | |
| Monarchs' s men his thralls or his servants? | |
| Oft I waylay my tongue | |
| Those of which are withal by my gnarlé d heart not heed' d | |
| Or doth the trostle sing with more glee | |
| At daybreak than a twilight? | |
| Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub reserve my judgement | |
| Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is | |
| That undiscover' d country be that | |
| Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy | |
| Tread not paths of new when those of old are | |
| Far by an only single footstep walk, be it | |
| On the left, on the right be it the one which | |
| Straight forward leadeth, the one of correct | |
| I have as until now not heed' d any signs of! |
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