Woorden:
Reed Lou The Raven

This is the place where she lay her head When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly

Just one epithet I muttered as inside I gagged and shuddered when with manly flirt and flutter in there flew a stately raven sleek and ravenous as any

Vertaling: Reed, Lou. The Raven.

Just one epithet I muttered as inside I gagged and shuddered when with manly flirt and flutter in there flew a stately raven sleek and ravenous as any

: [Old Poe:] As I look back on my life If I could have the glorious moment The wondrous opportunity to comprehend The chance to see my younger self

: [Spoken Track] [Rowena:] Far away far away Are not all lovely things far away As far at least lies that valley as the bedridden sun in the luminous

: Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city alone Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city alone Their shrines and palaces are

: [Young Poe:] Lo! 't is a gala night A mystic throng bedecked Sit in a theater to see A play of hopes and fears While the orchestra breathes fitfully

: (Instrumental)