Song | On Whom The Moon Doth Shine |
Artist | Theatre of Tragedy |
Album | Velvet Darkness They Fear |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Raymond ... |
[00:15.52][02:34.07][04:33.64] | |
[00:18.13] | "O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, |
[00:26.95] | Allow me thee to adown, |
[00:34.82] | Of any sort thou fancieth; |
[00:42.43] | Each holdeth its own fancy, I say - |
[00:52.71] | Yet the pleasure we partake in |
[01:00.72] | Was causd by the fangd grin, |
[01:10.34] | Save!, do I for him anger hold? |
[01:18.56] | Nay - I knew I was fey!" |
[01:27.53] | "Had I what it taketh I would do; |
[01:37.44] | I sense - I cannot sense, |
[01:46.04] | I am - yet! I am not - |
[01:53.91] | Once I kissd the image |
[01:57.18] | Of the Seven Angels of Death..." |
[02:02.49] | "Yet as thou so didst, |
[02:11.33] | On my lips a kiss landéd, |
[02:19.04] | And with the shadows blendéd |
[02:27.31] | The tendermost silken mourn; |
[02:38.86] | In which the light hidden is - |
[02:52.89] | Yon Hells brazen doors |
[02:56.96] | Wrothfully it trieth to push." |
[03:09.77] | "Then, lo! the Black Death, |
[03:17.53] | Serpent-like twixt the breasts crept; |
[03:25.24] | Hushd with a gasp of lifes breath, |
[03:31.07] | Together red tears they wept, - in vain, |
[03:40.87] | And passd the procession of dancers dead - |
[03:48.90] | As in darkness were we lockd in wed." |
[03:59.00] | I kissd the Seven Angels of Death." |
[04:06.80] | "And Hell opend its doors, |
[04:12.63] | Yet what was fore my eyes |
[04:16.81][04:23.00] | But if not the brightest light." |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Raymond ... |
[00:15.52][02:34.07][04:33.64] | |
[00:18.13] | " O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, |
[00:26.95] | Allow me thee to adown, |
[00:34.82] | Of any sort thou fancieth |
[00:42.43] | Each holdeth its own fancy, I say |
[00:52.71] | Yet the pleasure we partake in |
[01:00.72] | Was causd by the fangd grin, |
[01:10.34] | Save!, do I for him anger hold? |
[01:18.56] | Nay I knew I was fey!" |
[01:27.53] | " Had I what it taketh I would do |
[01:37.44] | I sense I cannot sense, |
[01:46.04] | I am yet! I am not |
[01:53.91] | Once I kissd the image |
[01:57.18] | Of the Seven Angels of Death..." |
[02:02.49] | " Yet as thou so didst, |
[02:11.33] | On my lips a kiss lande d, |
[02:19.04] | And with the shadows blende d |
[02:27.31] | The tendermost silken mourn |
[02:38.86] | In which the light hidden is |
[02:52.89] | Yon Hells brazen doors |
[02:56.96] | Wrothfully it trieth to push." |
[03:09.77] | " Then, lo! the Black Death, |
[03:17.53] | Serpentlike twixt the breasts crept |
[03:25.24] | Hushd with a gasp of lifes breath, |
[03:31.07] | Together red tears they wept, in vain, |
[03:40.87] | And passd the procession of dancers dead |
[03:48.90] | As in darkness were we lockd in wed." |
[03:59.00] | I kissd the Seven Angels of Death." |
[04:06.80] | " And Hell opend its doors, |
[04:12.63] | Yet what was fore my eyes |
[04:16.81][04:23.00] | But if not the brightest light." |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Raymond ... |
[00:15.52][02:34.07][04:33.64] | |
[00:18.13] | " O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, |
[00:26.95] | Allow me thee to adown, |
[00:34.82] | Of any sort thou fancieth |
[00:42.43] | Each holdeth its own fancy, I say |
[00:52.71] | Yet the pleasure we partake in |
[01:00.72] | Was causd by the fangd grin, |
[01:10.34] | Save!, do I for him anger hold? |
[01:18.56] | Nay I knew I was fey!" |
[01:27.53] | " Had I what it taketh I would do |
[01:37.44] | I sense I cannot sense, |
[01:46.04] | I am yet! I am not |
[01:53.91] | Once I kissd the image |
[01:57.18] | Of the Seven Angels of Death..." |
[02:02.49] | " Yet as thou so didst, |
[02:11.33] | On my lips a kiss landé d, |
[02:19.04] | And with the shadows blendé d |
[02:27.31] | The tendermost silken mourn |
[02:38.86] | In which the light hidden is |
[02:52.89] | Yon Hells brazen doors |
[02:56.96] | Wrothfully it trieth to push." |
[03:09.77] | " Then, lo! the Black Death, |
[03:17.53] | Serpentlike twixt the breasts crept |
[03:25.24] | Hushd with a gasp of lifes breath, |
[03:31.07] | Together red tears they wept, in vain, |
[03:40.87] | And passd the procession of dancers dead |
[03:48.90] | As in darkness were we lockd in wed." |
[03:59.00] | I kissd the Seven Angels of Death." |
[04:06.80] | " And Hell opend its doors, |
[04:12.63] | Yet what was fore my eyes |
[04:16.81][04:23.00] | But if not the brightest light." |