A hatred curse runs in our family
spreading like ashes with the wind
It would reach the outer world
if I opened my chamber door

For hundreds of years
we've dwelled on these plains
Where the thick mist always lays
Covering this house that we're in
Dark windows and pale brick walls

Slayers and rapers
maniac stalkers
sleep in my basement tomb
The caskets are set
for her and me
though our souls will be never set free...

Our family's scarred in so many ways
all torments a man may gain
we've suffered in silence
yet still aware
proud of who we once were

Slayers and rapers
maniac stalkers
sleep in my basement tomb
The caskets are set
for her and me
though our souls will be never set free...

As the years roll by
we will stay the same
Godless hands once built this grave
where death and darkness reign

"- My eyes are tormented by all
but the faintest illumination.
Odours assail me constantly.
And, as I've said, sounds of any degree
whatsoever inspire me with terror.

- That's why I had to remove my boots.

- Yes. And even so, I could hear your coming.
Every footstep, every rustle of your clothes.
I could hear your horse approaching, the
clatter of its hooves across the courtyard,
your knock... The grating of the door bolt
was like a sword stroke to my ears.
I can hear the scratch of rat claws
within the stone wall."

Now as I stand here alone I weep
remembering the good old days
I'm cursing the gods
who made my family
fester in such horrible ways

Yet burnt out is the flame of life
black house falls into smoke
still on its last faint breath protecting
secrets of Usher's name

No more left
I beg for death
Its red eye glows
It takes me beyond

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