Theatre of Tragedy
1. A hamlet for a slothful vassal 4:05 2. Cheerful dirge 5:03 3. To these words I beheld no tongue 5:06 4. Hollow-heartéd, heart-departéd 4:57 5. ...A distance there is... 8:51 6. Sweet art thou 3:59 7. Mïre 4:09 8. Dying - I only feel apathy 5:08 9. Monotonë 3:11 total time 44:29
A Hamlet for a Slothful Vassal Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy Behold a jocund morn indeed! - Sun on high - birds in the sky. Yonder the whist firth eathing, Fro where a gale erranteth. Ye beholdest but the shadow. That is a lie! Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - Lief I am not! I deem - e'er and anon! My words are but a twist. 'Tis a feignéd lie through loathing, I say! To and fro, save hither, Is thy love. A dotard gaffer, I daresay... Not a loth! - But vying for my kinsmen! ...a sapling not! Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical! Dove-feathered raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb! A hamlet for a slothful vassal - Soothing ale for a parchéd sot. Hie to tell me What ye judgest as naught; I behold the shadow! Wherefore call me such names; Nay imp am I! Thou art my aghast hart! - Grazing in the glade. E'er thou sayest aye! That is a lie! Thief of the plot! Lief I am not! Now go to thy tryst! My words are but a twist! Go, leave totter! - Fare well! - with joy I came, Until ye twindlest. With rue I leave. A morsel nay more, Even the orb cannot For thy journey Help me melt the ice?! Hither and thither! Cheerful Dirge Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy Hap mirthfulness! - Oh joy of grand riddance; Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd. Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears - I deem the brood hath wan'd - foe'ermore?! Fro the chasm of the bosom, I hand back. Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! - Feathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart. Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea! Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of many battles! ...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain! Please! - heed my words; In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears - In the bliss I will take thee by thy hand - The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor - And harken the nightingale sing oh so blithely! On his knees... A plea to harvest roses; No heed for the thorns yon count! Wherefore vow me? Wherefor this gildéd proffer? Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair? - Morn of a joyous day! Flower 'twixt weed! Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge! Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy me; Lest 'tis an act of wont! Many are the drapes that my past bury - Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles! Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!; I bethink dotingly only thy weal - Therein abdiding with thee Is for me the grandest boon! Forgive me for deeming thee direfully - Yet I was a triffle daunt'd. To these Words I beheld no Tongue Soliloquy by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy 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! Hollow-Heartèd, Heart-Departèd Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy, Cello by Anders Måreby Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape! With lore ornamentéd entreating; Hollow heartéd, heart-departéd - Yet thou reapest the blooming rose - When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd I do in the blooming flower pleasure find! And me in the yesterday's blind?! Innocence is reserved for the meek: Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be! Hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne. Unwantéd child of mother! - Plague of plagues! Father of leprous children. I wield ye to stint this brawl! Nigh is the ford - yet harken! - do not thwart! Desirest thou to do it withal, I shall cause thy body by one head too short! sayest ye nay to my boon; Then wilt thou from bloodshed swoon! Err me not! - Must ye bethink my foolhardiness! Be vanishéd! - Be banishéd! - If ye deemest me not wroth. My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword Lest thou tost totter - Whid along! - Wherefore irk my haughtiness? No man... No man at all!, Wherefore bereave Be it lord or beggar The kine of the sward? Bereaveth my dignity! Wherefore holdest thou for Me such quailing scowl? Loom my darling sun - Bear the scarlet colour! ...a Distance there is... Solitary soliloquial play by Liv & Raymond, Music by Lorentz & Liv, Cello by Anders Måreby Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside; And I am trapp'd - A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof: Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be - I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear; Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence, yet thou let'st thy lass into peril - Thou let'st me be parchéd; My heart is of frailthy, my pale skin is huéd damask. When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!", thou sayest - There I soon am to be - but how am I to run when my bones, my heart Thou hast me bereaft - But run thou sayest; I run - And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be. Thou tell'st me to leave without delay - I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands; Lo! - the shadows, the sky descending; So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk. In my mind in which is this event, But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?! After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths - The sombre soakéd velvet-drape is hung upon me, Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world: All the beautiful moments sharéd, deliberately push'd aside - ...a distance there is... Sweet art Thou Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be? I shall attempt the halterof thy life make less tighten'd! I shall climb the yew, Will it subdue me or not! Swooning emotions smite my bosom - I have an aptness depriev'd thy eyrie Oh! - ne'er alas; Fro many another a lass - Lodge here fore'ermore. Dodge thither sable of yore! A narrow dell hath now for me turn'd into a broad land; A land rich with fields of the Simbelmynë. Sonorous to my ears are the words form'd by thy tongue Conquer me! - Waylay me! - Swathe me 'twixt thy arms! Make me sense the wine which is drunk by queens, Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings, And let it flow white and full in tast o'er my lips. And let it flow red and full in taste o'er my lips. A dais'd bridge o'er the ghyll, In which a river bottomless - I would have drownéd, Yet thou drewest me out soaking! Save thou art not yet all parchéd - Eavesdroppest ye: A wee drop, I can hear it! - I can feel it! Whence it comes I can only deem, Yet I will not tarry idly! Lest this for me is a gay dream: Let it adamant be - A dream that will sojourn eternally - Empty the flagon in me! In which theatre I will act! Mïre Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy Harken! - the clouds musteréd in dark - So painfully easing. Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting; Its years of yore in a mïre, Each like a corpse within its grave; Wrought for us a yearn of lief; 'Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; Harmony and æsthesia are its blisses; Ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously - Jostl'd away the pale drape That us had been o'erhung - Tempt'd thy shutters to open And thus quenched the hearth; Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold - With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight - This joy subdueth until it again waneth, save the drooping winter of stalwart. Dying - I only feel Apathy Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy Now as I am to bereaft of my troth I cry aloud my last words of lost hope. A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind; Fluxes like moisture through pores. I am unwilling to forgive Him who depriev'd me of my life - Gloaming the sequence - A momentary view. Perishing intervals of rejoice - My supreme happiness is lost! Baleful emotions od fear - my body is the earth - The earth is now destinéd to be made forlorn - Forlorn from the enlivening energies. Am I not anylonger living? In mournful silence I suffer - In peace I now will rest. My hard-working hands Are now reposéd. I close thee my belovéd into my heart - Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum. In my thoughts thou shalt forever be - As a dear and precious remembrance. I'm dethronéd in the rain of entity - My tears descent like of ebony - Life is the theatre of tragedy - Dying - I only feel apathy! Lyrics in plain text format	Line up Dramatis Personae: Raymond I. Rohonyi - vocals Liv Kristine Espenæs - soprano Tommy Lindal - guitars Pål Bjåstad - guitars Hein Frode Hansen - drums Lorentz Aspen - paino, synth Eirik T. Saltrø - bass Artwork Info Recorded at Unisound, Sweden, Dec/Jan 94/95 Engineered by Dan Swanö Mixed by Dan Swanö & Theatre of Tragedy Pre-mastered by D.S., R.I.R., L.K.E. & L.A. Mastered by Tom Müller at TTM Mastering, Berlin Cover photo by Johannes Rau Bandphotos by Petter Hegre Studio Coverdesign by R.I.Rohonyi & H.K.Hansen DTP & scans by Trash-Max & Higgins at AB.ART graphics, germany Information: Theatre of Tragedy c/o Raymond I. Rohonyi Prestøyv. 24 4052 Røyneberg Norway No letters will be answered lest (stamped) IRC(s) Booking: Theatre of Tragedy c/o Tommy Lindal Heimdalskroken 38 4028 Stavanger Norway Fax: +47-51-891606 Tel: +47-51-542606 Review Theatre of Tragedy plays a very cool type of metal. Most vocals are by the female singer, Liv Kristine Espenæs, and she can sing damn good. Further vocals are male grunt and clean style, and the music is a relaxed kind of doom metal. It's all very relaxed to listen to, though it sometimes has a small tendencies to become background music. So it's a very nice cd, but it could be a lot better if the songs were a bit more varying I think Rating: 7 out of 10