Darkness, darkness
bit by bit
The horror returns back to me
Don't know how, not when, nor where
Behind the dark red mask he lurks:
Edgar Allan Poe
Far from the tower, midnight strikes
Someone has considered it well
How the pendulum swings down
That sings with the sharpest blade
Tightly bound, here I lay
On the rough oaken table
There the raven, black as tar
Watches me with empty eyes
And croaks his hoarse Nevermore
Darkness, darkness
bit by bit
The horror returns back to me
Don't know how, not when, nor where
Behind the dark red mask he lurks:
Edgar Allan Poe
Far beyond this room
Far beyond this dream
stretches a shadowed land
On a black throne a demon
Called the Night
Darkness, darkness
bit by bit
The horror returns back to me
Don't know how, not when, nor where
Behind the dark red mask he lurks.
Darkness, darkness
bit by bit
The horror returns back to me
Don't know how, not when, nor where
Behind the dark red mask he lurks:
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe
Darkness, darkness
Darkness, darkness
Darkness, darkness
bit by bit
The horror returns back to me
Darkness, darkness
Darkness, darkness
Darkness, darkness
Behind the dark red mask he lurks:
Edgar Allan Poe