and so I wander the empty plains
wondering for Nevermore
and so I wonder the empty pages
are wandering for lost Lenore.

the raven heeds its beck, heed, and call
Lenore in her widow's shawl
at the window, lonesome finger out
outstretched for Edgar, that worrisome lout.

and so I wander the empty plains
wondering for Nevermore
and so I wonder the empty pages
are wandering for lost Lenore.

Macbeth withdrew his blade oh, Swift
his now bloodied wife in her royal shift
he calls upon the birds and angels
to wipe the blood from his sword.

and so I wander the empty plains,
wondering for Nevermore
and so I wonder the empty pages
are wandering for lost Lenore.

I cannot see beyond my hand
this winter is truly a forgotten wasteland
my body aches, my bones are stiff
as I leap from atop the cliff.

and so I wander the empty plains,
wondering for Nevermore
and so I wonder the empty pages
are wandering for lost Lenore.

his bones are broken, organs heavy
he drowned himself down in the Levy
the tongue is dry, and eyes have sunk
he killed himself for Nevermore.