This is a live version of Poppaea from Closure album. Enjoy! Poppaea lyrics 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 thee: And the wench doth bawdness to blow, Let me dawt thine twain - And, twine 'hem apart. Of marrow, do na mell; I am Morelle - The bosom'd Titivil; travail me; 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 thee: And the wench doth bawdness to blow, Let me dawt thine twain - And, twine 'hem apart.

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