On Whom the Moon Doth Shine lyrics

"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 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 Hell's brazen doors

Wrothfully 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 eyes

But if not the brightest light."

• Artist:Theatre of Tragedy
• Album:Velvet Darkness They Fear (1996)