Lyrics
Still is sitting, asked for his name on the plutonian shore
Asked for his name on the plutonian shore, distinctly i remember Scanner, croaking again he h
tear the shades of grief apart
i was nodding
Darkness there and nothing more, truly i implore Nevermore, plutonian plutonian plutonian shore
It was in a bleak december, eagerly i wished the morrow, it was in a bleak december
While my heart sighed lenore, perched on a bust sat the raven of yore, hesitating then no longer
Then there was a stately raven, croaking again he said, croaking the word he said
On the placid bust spoke only, perched on a bust sat the raven of yore
Croaking again he h, that one word and nothing more
Darkness there and nothing more, asked for his name on the plutonian shore
shall be lifted
That one word and nothing more, nearly napping Nevermore, eagerly i wished the morrow
Eagerly i wished the morrow, eagerly i wished the morrow Scanner, tear the shades of grief apart
Sir said i or madame, perched on a bust sat the raven of yore Nevermore, darkness there and nothing more
that one word and nothing more
On the placid bust spoke only, the raven the rave the raven of yore
I was nodding, darkness there and nothing more
Take the beak from out my heart, when there was a rapping at my chamber door
Croaking the word when he said, while my heart sighed lenore
Croaking the word he said, shall be lifted
Tear the shades of grief apart, darkness there and nothing more
croaking again he said
Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore, shall be lifted
plutonian plutonian plutonian shore
Darkness there and nothing more, hesitating then no longer, it was in a bleak december
and my soul from out the shadow that lies floating on the floor
Hesitating then no longer, truly i implore Nevermore, when there was a rapping at my chamber door
Croaking again he said, croaking again he h
It was in a bleak december, hesitating then no longer
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon s that is dreaming, eagerly i wished the morrow
The raven the rave the raven of yore, croaking again he said
Croaking again he h, croaking again he said, distinctly i remember
and my soul from out the shadow that lies floating on the floor
perched on a bust sat the raven of yore
When there was a rapping at my chamber door, truly i implore
It was in a bleak december, truly i implore, and his eyes have all the seeming of a demon s that is dreaming
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon s that is dreaming, on the placid bust spoke only
to release me from my sorrow
Asked for his name on the plutonian shore, stepping in nohow craven
