[by Edgar Allen Poe]
Lo! 'tis agala night
Within the lonesome
Forgotten notes
Of a deceitful melody
Released in the wind
By an old
Taste, Taste my bitter dreams,The emotions which spring fromA dark
Winds, blow away the memoriesWaves, drown the sadnessNight, hide your
A prayer above
The seraph's mourn
His fate was known
So long ago
His
The sun turned black
Through the shades of gray
I see your
His disease
The eternal prejudice
Towards the unknown
Changed his life
Into a ni
Traces of the past
The memories which make
The whirlwind of illusions
To
A city without a country
Traveling at the cold ocean
Carrying the
I'm the criesThe cries of all the weakI'm the liesThe
[INSTRUMENTAL]
(lyrics in commas are taken by Mozart's Requiem)Iron horses burn
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