Lyric On Whom The Moon Doth Shine - Theatre Of Tragedy

Lyric Song On Whom The Moon Doth Shine: yquot;O soft embalmer of ye still midnight
Allow me thee to adown
Of any sort thou fancieth;
Each holdeth its own fancyI 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!yquot;
yquot;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 Deathyquot;
yquot;Yet as thou so didst
On my lips a kiss landed
And with the shadows blended
The tendermost silken mourn;
In which the light hidden is
Yon Hell s brazen doors
Wrothfully it trieth to pushyquot;
yquot;Thenlo! the Black Death
Serpent like twixt the breasts crept;
Hush d with a gasp of life s breath
yquot;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 wedyquot;
As in darkness were we lock d in wed;
I kiss d the Seven Angels of Deathyquot;
yquot;And Hell open d its doors
Yet what was fore my eyes
yquot;Yet what was fore my eyes
But if not the brightest lightyquot;
But if not the brightest lightyquot;