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On Whom The Moon Doth Shine Lyrics - Artist : Theatre Of Tragedy
"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 caus'd by the fang'd 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 kiss'd 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 Hell's brazen doors Wrothfully it trieth to push" "Then, lo! the Black Death Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath "Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath Together red tears they wept Together red tears we wept - in vain And pass'd the procession of dancers dead And pass'd the procession of dancers dead As in darkness were we lock'd in wed" As in darkness were we lock'd in wed I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death" "And Hell open'd its doors Yet what was 'fore my eyes "Yet what was 'fore my eyes But if not the brightest light" But if not the brightest light" |
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