On Whom The Moon Doth Shine / Theatre Of Tragedy Album: Velvet Darkness They Fear "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; Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath, Together red tears they 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." "And Hell open'd its doors, Yet what was 'fore my eyes But if not the brightest light." But if not the brightest light."
