Ye who read these words
are still among the living
But I who write shall have long since
won my way to the region of shadows
Plagued by ghosts from the past
my soul can find no release
from its eternal sorrow
Lost loves, spirits of the dead,
madmen and devils
have each in turn visited me here
within the solitude of my chamber
to haunt and torment me.
I implore you to heed my tale
as I relate the grim and ghastly things
that befell me in my darkest hour
Once upon a midnight dreary . . .
are still among the living
But I who write shall have long since
won my way to the region of shadows
Plagued by ghosts from the past
my soul can find no release
from its eternal sorrow
Lost loves, spirits of the dead,
madmen and devils
have each in turn visited me here
within the solitude of my chamber
to haunt and torment me.
I implore you to heed my tale
as I relate the grim and ghastly things
that befell me in my darkest hour
Once upon a midnight dreary . . .