On Whom The Moon Doth Shine Lyrics

Theatre Of Tragedy - On Whom The Moon Doth Shine Lyrics

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On Whom The Moon Doth Shine Lyrics

"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,

Allow me thee to adown

Of an 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 landed,

And with the shadow blended

The tendermost silken mourn;

In whic

h the light hidden is -

Yon Hell's brazen doors

Wrathfully it trieth to push."

"Then, lo! the Bleak Death,

Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept:

Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,

Together red tears they wept,

And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -

As in darkness were we lock'd in wed."

"Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,

Together red tears we wept - in vain,

And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -

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

But if not the brightest light."

"Yet what was 'fore my eyes

But if not the brightest light."