It was a crack, it was a fissure
Running down the facade
The vacant eye-like windows
Reflecting agony inside
An unredeemed dreariness
Of thought and sensation
The hideous dropping off of the veil
Not hear it? Yes, I hear it
Yes, I have heard it
Long, long many minutes hours and days
Dared not speak - I dared not
Miserable wretch that I am
We have put her living in the tomb
Madeline
Do I hear her footstep on the stair
Madeline
Do I hear the beating of her heart
Madeline, Madeline
O whither shall I fly?
Blood red moon
Show me the fissure
Splitting the house of Usher in two
Blood red moon
Just enough light
To show the tarn swallow it whole