Lenore (single version)

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Ah, broken is the golden bowl! The spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! - a saintly soul floats on Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear? – weep now or nevermore!
See! On yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!

Come! Let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young
A wistful song of lovers fed with blood from necks that hung!
My lovely nymph that shone like star fell on the earth with pun
And my salt tears run like river, and darkened beaming God of Light and Sun

CHORUS:
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! And let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the child that should have been thy bride

For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair - the death upon her eyes…
The death still there, upon her wear – and eyes are full of cries!

"Wretches! Ye loved her for her wealth and hated for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye bless’d her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, be read? – the requiem be sung

For everlasting martyrdom the sins were madly done
And hellish bells around your soul forevermore had rung!

CHORUS

"Avaunt! avaunt! From fiends below, the irate ghost is riven -
From grief and groan, to golden throne, beside the King of Heaven!
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Well -
From good and laugh, to skull-clad throne, beside the King of Hell!”

Let no bell toll, then - lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!
And I! - to-night my heart is light! - no dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with Paean of old days!

CHORUS

Let no bell toll, then - lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!

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from The Conqueror Worm, released January 30, 2017

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