[Music by Nordavind '91]



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,

As of some one, gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

'Tis some visitor' I muttered, tapping at my chamber door....

Only this and nothing more....



[Fretless Bass solo]



Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

and each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow... Vainly I had sought to borrow

from my books surcease of sorrow.... Sorrow for the lost Lenore-...

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-...

Nameless here for evermore...