[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."