Letra de On Whom the Moon Doth Shine
Oh, soft embalmer of ye still midnight Allow me thee to adown Of any sort thou fancieth Each holdeth its own fancy, I sayYet the pleasure we partake in Was caused by the fanged grin Save, do I for him anger hold? Nay, I knew I was feyHad 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 deathYet 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 pushThen lo, the bleak death Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts creptHushed 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 wedI 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