Theatre of Tragedy "On Whom the Moon Doth Shine" lyrics

On Whom the Moon Doth Shine

"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 inWas 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 blendédThe tendermost silken mourn;In which the light hidden is -Yon Hell's brazen doorsWrothfully it trieth to push."

"Then, lo! the Black Death,

Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept;

[together:]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;I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death."

"And Hell open'd its doors,Yet what was 'fore my eyesBut if not the brightest light."

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