Текст песни The Soil Bleeds Black - Tristrant Muose Sunder Dance

Tristan stood, without giving thank,
Among Isolde's loyal ranks,
For the magic philter could impel
Stronger even then love's spell.
My Lady then should give me thanks
Because that brew I never drank;
And yet my love fares valiantly,
Better than his, if that can be.

O Lady fair,
Of falseness bare,
I'll belong to you
If you love me true.