Lyrics:

Oh, soft embalmer of ye still midnight
Allow me thee to a doth
Of any sort thou fancieth
Each holdeth it's 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
Y'on hell's brazen doors
Wrothfully it trieth to push
Then lo, the bleak 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