Let the burial rite be read,
The funeral song be sung
Who shall sing the requiem wrought by the spit of sorrow's tongue?
An emptiness befell me,
Before the hollowed husk the darkness bore
Whose hallowed soul ensnared by the tempest of night's plutonian shore
Was it amour that enthralled me
Or was it madness that implored
My revelries, most appalling, within her cadaver
I explored I squandered the beauty that haunted the harrowed dark
Sordid - my touch that ensnared her buried heart
Oh, how the dead doth sing for you, my darling
Those nights I dreamt away I lost myself when your golden eyes fell to grey
Prayeth for morrow to deliver me from thy deathly queen
Oh, what horrors hath thee, the exalted seen
For thine eyes I loved now ebon as the plume, the ravens wore
Deliverance, I shall ask – nevermore
Let the burial rite be read, the funeral song be sung
Who shall sing the requiem wrought by the spit of sorrow's tongue?
An emptiness befell me, before the hollowed husk the darkness bore
Whose hallowed soul ensnared by the tempest of night's plutonian shore
Oh, how the dead doth sing for you, my darling
Those nights I dreamt away
I lost myself when your golden eyes fell to grey
Oh, how the dead doth sing for you, my darling
Those nights I dreamt away
I lost myself when my sodden eyes fell unto your grave