On Whom The Moon Doth Shine

[00:00.00]	作词 : Raymond ...
[00:15.52][02:34.07][04:33.64]
[00:18.13]	"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
[00:26.95]	Allow me thee to adown,
[00:34.82]	Of any sort thou fancieth;
[00:42.43]	Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -
[00:52.71]	Yet the pleasure we partake in
[01:00.72]	Was causd by the fangd grin,
[01:10.34]	Save!, do I for him anger hold?
[01:18.56]	Nay - I knew I was fey!"
[01:27.53]	"Had I what it taketh I would do;
[01:37.44]	I sense - I cannot sense,
[01:46.04]	I am - yet! I am not -
[01:53.91]	Once I kissd the image
[01:57.18]	Of the Seven Angels of Death..."
[02:02.49]	"Yet as thou so didst,
[02:11.33]	On my lips a kiss landéd,
[02:19.04]	And with the shadows blendéd
[02:27.31]	The tendermost silken mourn;
[02:38.86]	In which the light hidden is -
[02:52.89]	Yon Hells brazen doors
[02:56.96]	Wrothfully it trieth to push."
[03:09.77]	"Then, lo! the Black Death,
[03:17.53]	Serpent-like twixt the breasts crept;
[03:25.24]	Hushd with a gasp of lifes breath,
[03:31.07]	Together red tears they wept, - in vain,
[03:40.87]	And passd the procession of dancers dead -
[03:48.90]	As in darkness were we lockd in wed."
[03:59.00]	I kissd the Seven Angels of Death."
[04:06.80]	"And Hell opend its doors,
[04:12.63]	Yet what was fore my eyes
[04:16.81][04:23.00]	But if not the brightest light."

[00:00.00]	zuò cí : Raymond ...
[00:15.52][02:34.07][04:33.64]
[00:18.13]	" O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
[00:26.95]	Allow me thee to adown,
[00:34.82]	Of any sort thou fancieth
[00:42.43]	Each holdeth its own fancy, I say
[00:52.71]	Yet the pleasure we partake in
[01:00.72]	Was causd by the fangd grin,
[01:10.34]	Save!, do I for him anger hold?
[01:18.56]	Nay I knew I was fey!"
[01:27.53]	" Had I what it taketh I would do
[01:37.44]	I sense I cannot sense,
[01:46.04]	I am yet! I am not
[01:53.91]	Once I kissd the image
[01:57.18]	Of the Seven Angels of Death..."
[02:02.49]	" Yet as thou so didst,
[02:11.33]	On my lips a kiss landé d,
[02:19.04]	And with the shadows blendé d
[02:27.31]	The tendermost silken mourn
[02:38.86]	In which the light hidden is
[02:52.89]	Yon Hells brazen doors
[02:56.96]	Wrothfully it trieth to push."
[03:09.77]	" Then, lo! the Black Death,
[03:17.53]	Serpentlike twixt the breasts crept
[03:25.24]	Hushd with a gasp of lifes breath,
[03:31.07]	Together red tears they wept, in vain,
[03:40.87]	And passd the procession of dancers dead
[03:48.90]	As in darkness were we lockd in wed."
[03:59.00]	I kissd the Seven Angels of Death."
[04:06.80]	" And Hell opend its doors,
[04:12.63]	Yet what was fore my eyes
[04:16.81][04:23.00]	But if not the brightest light."