Текст Theatre Of Tragedy – On Whom The Moon Doth Shine (Unhum Mix)
Текст:
«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
«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 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»
«Hush’d with a gasp of life’s breath
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»
