Annabel Lee/The Bells

Let the burial rite begin
The funeral song be sung
An anthem for the queenliest dead
That ever died, so young

Sweet Lenore has gone before
Taking hope that flew beside
Leaving instead the wild dead child
That should have been your bride

It was many and many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea
She was a child and you were a child
In the kingdom by the sea

But the moon never beams
The stars never rise
No angels envy thee
For Ligeia rests the dead
With three winged seraphs
In this kingdom by the sea

Wedded darkly, soul to soul
You shrink in size down to a mole
And disappear into the hole
Of the dark mind's imaginings

Shrinking
Shrinking
Shrinking