Eyes Of Ligeia - A Fever Which Would Cling To Thee Forever lyrics

[adapted from "Spirits of the Dead" by Edgar Allan Poe] Thy soul shall find itself alone Dark thoughts of grey tombstones No one who grieves in that secret hour Will give to that soul any more power Be silent in that solitude Which is not true loneliness The spirits of the dead Stand before thee again The stars shall not fade from their high thrones in heaven Light like hope to mortals given But to thee they are a fever Which would cling to thee forever Now are thoughts thou shall not banish Burning they cling to thee as fever from the heavens Now are visions never vanished Silent they cling to thee as fever burning forever The breeze is still The mist enveloped in shadows The stars come right again and pierce the endless dark Fever hangs upon the trees Mystery of mysteries