Lyrics:

Fã¦rie Dearest, Was It Loe Soothfast Or A Faã§ade;
a Serenade Siren'd To Lure - Zounds! Not To Court Me
a Mã¦nad, 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

dã¦dally Didst Thou Perform The Tragic Pasquinade,
for All Years A Damndest And Driegh'd Accolade -
caus'd For All Eyes Mazã©d To Behold A Mãªlã©e;
in The Midst Did I Swainly Cast Thee My Bouquet
the One And Sole Faggot That Feedeth The Fire,
bellowâ´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 Æther And 'nether Art Thou The Peerless Phâœnix -
prithee, Darlingmost! - Court Me Rather Than The Peevish Prolix