Theatre of Tragedy - On Whom the Moon Doth Shine paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson On Whom the Moon Doth Shine - Theatre of Tragedy



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 caused by the fanged 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 kissed the image
Of the Seven Angels of Death
Yet as thou so didst
On my lips, a kiss landed
And with the shadows blended
The tender most 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
Hushed with a gasp of life′s breath
Together, red tears we wept in vain (together, red tears they wept)
And passed the procession of dancers dead
As in darkness were we locked in wed
I kissed the Seven Angels of Death (and Hell opened its doors)
Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light (but if not)
But if not the brightest light



Writer(s): Theatre Of Tragedy, Lorentz Aspen, Klaus Wagenleiter, Pal Bjastad, Raymond Rohonyi


Theatre of Tragedy - Velvet Darkness They Fear
Album Velvet Darkness They Fear
date de sortie
01-01-1996




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