On whom the moon doth shine

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

[04:23.00]But if not the brightest light."