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 landed
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
[Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy] "O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, Allow me thee to adown, Of any sort thou fancieth; Each holdeth
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
: [Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy] "O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, Allow me thee to adown, Of any sort thou fancieth; Each holdeth