The end which it does not want歌词
  • 歌手:Seven
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    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."


  • 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."