Текст песни Reconciled In Sorrow - Forgotten Faces

I walk and see the objects around me
The carving of the ceilings, the sombre tapestries that hung
The oaken floors, armorial trophies
All familiar, yet ghastly and sick

I pass the family physician
His countenance of cunning and perplexion
Accosted me with trepidation
Now ushered me into the presence of his master
Large and lofty was the room in which I stood
The windows narrow, long, and pointed towards the sun

Feeble gleams of crimson light made their way down
My eyes struggled to reach the darker corners of the room
Profuse and antique, torn and tattered furnishment
I felt as if I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow
Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about
But they failed to give the scene any life

Then, he arose from lying on a sofa at length
Greeting me with a vivacious warmth
Never before had a man been so altered
In such a brief time as had Roderick Usher!

An incoherence, an inconsistency
Futile struggles in habitual trepidancy

When the animal spirits claw at him
Energetic and indecisive
Then all at once, abrupt and low
The unhurried and hollow utterance
Of the lost drunkard, or the
Irreclaimable eater of opium
During his most intense excitement

"A long-continued, pestilent family evil
Despair to find a remedy for my condition
I must perish in this deplorable folly
I dread the events of the future
I must abandon reason altogether in some struggle with the grim phantasm...
Fear"