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The Raven - Rotting Christ
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The Raven Rotting Christ

The Raven - Rotting Christ
[Verse 1]
I fall from the holy empire
An angel that losing his path
I am torment with passion and fire
I am torment with pride, greed and lust

[Spoken]
"The Raven
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"

[Verse 2]
I am dreaming flying higher and higher
I am dreaming hope, fear, love and pain
My graceful forbidden desire
They always call, whisper my name

[Spoken]
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
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