Theatre Of Tragedy - On Whom The Moon Doth Shine lyrics

[Play by Raymond, Music by 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 d**h..." "Yet as thou so didst, On my lips a kiss land?d, And with the shadows blend?d The tendermost silken mourn; In which the light hidden is - Yon Hell's brazen doors Wrothfully it trieth to push." "Then, lo! the Black d**h, 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 pa**'d the procession of dancers dead - And pa**'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 d**h." "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."