作词 : Raymond ...
On Whom The Moon Doth Shine / Theatre Of Tragedy
Album: Velvet Darkness They Fear
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"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
Allow me thee to adown,
Of any sort thou fancieth;
Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -
Yet the pleasure we partake in
Was causd by the fangd grin,
Save!, do I for him anger hold?
Nay - I knew I was fey!"
"Had I what it taketh I would do;
I sense - I cannot sense,
I am - yet! I am not -
Once I kissd the image
Of the Seven Angels of Death..."
"Yet as thou so didst,
On my lips a kiss landéd,
And with the shadows blendéd
The tendermost silken mourn;
In which the light hidden is -
Yon Hells brazen doors
Wrothfully it trieth to push."
"Then, lo! the Black Death,
Serpent-like twixt the breasts crept;
Hushd with a gasp of lifes breath,
Together red tears they wept, - in vain,
And passd the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lockd in wed."
I kissd the Seven Angels of Death."
"And Hell opend its doors,
Yet what was fore my eyes
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