A deceased soul
Flying through the night
Beating its wings
As it takes off in flight
Never more, it is said to be
Flying through the night
Tearing my soul from me
taking off in flight
Beneath its icy wings
He whispers my name
As the stars begin to sing
"Nevermore" it whispers
For it is his name
Letting me go
Into the pits of the insane
..."Nevermore,"....
