NEVERMORE (The Raven) :: ᚾᚨ~ᛋᚢ * CJ Ray

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:: The Raven :: by E. A. Poe (1845) ::

:: Original Adaption, Lyrics, Artwork and Sound by ᚾᚨ~ᛋᚢ @nasueden ::

:: Edited Lyrics, Remixing and Arrangement by CJ Ray ::

:: NEVERMORE (The Raven) :: ᚾᚨ~ᛋᚢ * CJ Ray ::

[...]
Midnight —
The wind speaks softly through the house.
A whisper at the door—
a shadow falls
and nothing is as it seemed...

[Verse 1]
Midnight surrounds me eerily,
Lonely, gloomy, my heart so heavy.
Books whisper of ghosts,
so my comfort is no longer here.
A soft ticking at the door,
My soul trembles deeply.
Just a gust of wind, nothing lasting –
Just the shadow, nothing else.

[Chorus]
And the raven spoke of pain,
And his gaze pierced my heart.
His voice – cold as snow –
And his curse: “Nevermore!”

[Verse 2]
Candles cast long shadows,
Like figures on the wall.
And I’m whispering: “Lenore...”
Hope slips away like fine sand.
Then a pounding – louder, stronger –
At the window, not the door!
And I open it – there he flies in,
Proudly – the messenger has come.

[Chorus]
And the raven spoke of pain,
And his gaze pierced my heart.
His voice – cold as snow –
And his curse: “Nevermore!”

[...]

[Bridge]
"Prophet of grief, whether devil or ghost –
Tell me, will I ever see her again?
Will I find comfort in Eden's light?
Will the pain within me fade?"
The raven looks at me –
and his words fall heavily:
“Nevermore... Nevermore...”

[Verse 3]
Seraph hands scatter scents,
Sweet dreams into the light.
But my heart is already broken,
And the bird will not leave me.
“Be gone!” I cry out angrily,
“Leave me, demon, go away!”
But the creature sits there unmoved –
And the night is still its realm

[...]

[Chorus]
For the raven remains,
And my spirit can never leave.
Its voice – eternally heavy –
Whispers to me: “Nevermore...”

[...]

[Chorus]
And the raven spoke of pain,
And his gaze pierced my heart.
His voice – cold as snow –
And his curse: “Nevermore!”

[Outro]
And the raven — black and silent —
Sits crooked on Pallas' bust.
And my heart — torn and empty —
Beats in its shadow...
Nevermore.

[Encore]
And the raven spoke of pain,
And his gaze pierced my heart.
His voice – cold as snow –
And his curse: “Nevermore!”

[end]
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:: The Raven :: by E. A. Poe (1845) :: :: Original Adaption, Lyrics, Artwork and Sound by ᚾᚨ~ᛋᚢ @nasueden :: :: Edited Lyrics, Remixing and Arrangement by CJ Ray :: :: NEVERMORE (The Raven) :: ᚾᚨ~ᛋᚢ * CJ Ray :: [...] Midnight — The wind speaks softly through the house. A whisper at the door— a shadow falls and nothing is as it seemed... [Verse 1] Midnight surrounds me eerily, Lonely, gloomy, my heart so heavy. Books whisper of ghosts, so my comfort is no longer here. A soft ticking at the door, My soul trembles deeply. Just a gust of wind, nothing lasting – Just the shadow, nothing else. [Chorus] And the raven spoke of pain, And his gaze pierced my heart. His voice – cold as snow – And his curse: “Nevermore!” [Verse 2] Candles cast long shadows, Like figures on the wall. And I’m whispering: “Lenore...” Hope slips away like fine sand. Then a pounding – louder, stronger – At the window, not the door! And I open it – there he flies in, Proudly – the messenger has come. [Chorus] And the raven spoke of pain, And his gaze pierced my heart. His voice – cold as snow – And his curse: “Nevermore!” [...] [Bridge] "Prophet of grief, whether devil or ghost – Tell me, will I ever see her again? Will I find comfort in Eden's light? Will the pain within me fade?" The raven looks at me – and his words fall heavily: “Nevermore... Nevermore...” [Verse 3] Seraph hands scatter scents, Sweet dreams into the light. But my heart is already broken, And the bird will not leave me. “Be gone!” I cry out angrily, “Leave me, demon, go away!” But the creature sits there unmoved – And the night is still its realm [...] [Chorus] For the raven remains, And my spirit can never leave. Its voice – eternally heavy – Whispers to me: “Nevermore...” [...] [Chorus] And the raven spoke of pain, And his gaze pierced my heart. His voice – cold as snow – And his curse: “Nevermore!” [Outro] And the raven — black and silent — Sits crooked on Pallas' bust. And my heart — torn and empty — Beats in its shadow... Nevermore. [Encore] And the raven spoke of pain, And his gaze pierced my heart. His voice – cold as snow – And his curse: “Nevermore!” [end] ::

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