Poppæa Songtext
von 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, Poppaea, 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, to transfix thee
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee
Let me dawt thine twain and twine ′em apart

Of marrow, do na mell, I am Morelle
The bosomed titivil travail me a fain
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness, make haste yet
Displode me in a font, Poppaea, do what thou wilt


And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee
Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apart

Poppaea
Poppaea
Poppaea
Poppaea

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee
Let me dawt thine twain and twine

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee
(And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee
Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apart