From the recording Once Upon a Midnight


The Fall of the House of Usher it was a crack, it was a fissure running down the facade the vacant eye-like windows reflecting agony inside an unredeemed dreariness of thought and sensation the hideous dropping off of the veil Not hear it? yes, I hear it! Yes, I have heard it! long, long many minutes hours and days I dared not speak- I dared not miserable wretch that I am we have put her living in the tomb! Madeline- do I hear her footstep on the stair Madeline- do I hear the beating of her heart Madeline, Madeline O whither shall I fly? blood red moon show me the fissure splitting the house of Usher in two blood red moon just enough light to show the tarn swallow it whole