Rotting Christ - The Raven lyrics
[Rotting Christ - The Raven lyrics]
I fall from the holy empire
An angel that losing his path
I am torment with passion and fire
I am torment with pride, greed and lust
"The Raven once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious
Volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping
Suddenly there came a tapping"
I am dreaming flying higher and higher
I am dreaming hope, fear, love and pain
My graceful forbidden desire
They always call, whisper my name
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of
Evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent
Or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore
Desolate yet all undaunted
On this desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror haunted tell me truly
I implore is there is there balm in
Gilead? tell me tell me, i implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"
"Deep into that darkness peering, long
I stood there wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever
Dared to dream before
"Be that word our sign in parting
Bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting
"Leave no black plume as a token of
That lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the
Bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart!"
I fall from the holy empire
An angel that losing his path
I am torment with passion and fire
I am torment with pride, greed and lust
"And the Raven, never flitting
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws
His shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow
That lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore!"
An angel that losing his path
I am torment with passion and fire
I am torment with pride, greed and lust
"The Raven once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious
Volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping
Suddenly there came a tapping"
I am dreaming flying higher and higher
I am dreaming hope, fear, love and pain
My graceful forbidden desire
They always call, whisper my name
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of
Evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent
Or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore
Desolate yet all undaunted
On this desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror haunted tell me truly
I implore is there is there balm in
Gilead? tell me tell me, i implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"
"Deep into that darkness peering, long
I stood there wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever
Dared to dream before
"Be that word our sign in parting
Bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting
"Leave no black plume as a token of
That lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the
Bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart!"
I fall from the holy empire
An angel that losing his path
I am torment with passion and fire
I am torment with pride, greed and lust
"And the Raven, never flitting
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws
His shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow
That lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore!"