Theatre of Tragedy — On Whom The Moon Doth Shine
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On Whom The Moon Doth Shine Theatre of Tragedy06:15
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"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..." "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." "And Hell open'd its doors Yet what was 'fore my eyes But if not the brightest light." "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!" "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." "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." "Yet what was 'fore my eyes But if not the brightest light."
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