In fifth chamber were Unnamed forms, which cast the metals into the expanse So I remained looking thoughtfully at the humble grave For a minute trying to make out Whats been hidden there for years hat it wants to speak to me Stuff and nonsense! Its absolutely mute so it is full of bones, And worms, And brown remains in rotten rags I used to comprehend all thoughts of thine Thou wert my bond Oh, devils concubine Who could not wait to die Neither could I Thou hast embodied grandeur of virtue Which took event When thou wert slept Nane could perceive it till thy doom... ...Abducted thy attachment and spirited thee off. Light in thy casements turned to deep dusk for aught I know Ye wad have glimpsed the outline of her in the Scotch mist She wrapped in mystery so did she not eer exist? It takes place during the night When ye tend to turn off the lights Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee Towards the conformity! Thou cant deplore the bones of thine for aye As soon as corpse decay Ghost hath to fade away Evince the senseless corpse The senseless corpse of thine Sunk into oblivion! Nane shalt annoy its rest Nane shalt annoy its rest Nane shalt turn that soil to annoy! Do lets jog as frenzy feasts With cunning it affects us all All sincere senses are to fall Under its burden Ah, meanwhile it strides oer corpses Only ghost is to survive The tedious phrases cant describe All incarnations of... Neverending essence Diabolo he was named Hes monster in the mortal flesh Strikes in weak corpse of yours Strikes in weak mind of yours Penetrating all your thoughts Neverending essence Diabolo he was named Hark! So I remained looking thoughtfully at the phantom For a minute trying to make out How it could appear... What it wants to speak to me Stuff and nonsense! Its absolutely mute! Hes to be your eyes What are you to see? Hes to be your ears What are you to hear? There is nothing to be done but to serve him! If you do not mind so youre to do! Methought thou wert departed Methought thoud gone without any explanation Utterly I was proud that I wad neer hae seen Thesubject of my pride Ive got to wear the same way Because of suicide! Stormy night sways wooden cross Without any screed or remorse Wrapped in mystery thou shalt beget thy sigh Thy screechWha am I? It takes place during the night When ye tend to turn off the lights Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee Downwards the conformity! When I close my eyes I see Only dead of night entirely... So dark I am afraid to cease the dream of mine So you ought to believe the lie Believe in grave or you may die Believe in cavalcade of destiny
nane, thou, wert, annoy, shalt