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I, Roderick Usher need you, my friend

Sent you a letter asking for help

The Ushers are ancient (but) perish we must

Doomed is my race, we’ll soon be no more

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In this mansion, can you sense the air of sorrow?

Am I lost to morbid visions? Feel so mortal

Daily I’m weakened by a disease

Just like my sister dear Madeline

And when I join her, will we have peace?

‘coffined and buried deep in the crypt

“The night is stormful”, my friend said. “– Read me a story, ’cause I’m haunted.” So I picked up a book containing wild tales of a knight in shiny armour, pursuing an evil dragon.

And the knight comes to the humble hut of a hermit and knocks on the door… and as I read aloud, there was a knock, somewhere in the house, and my friend paled, terrified.

As I went on, the hut became golden palace, hermit becomes dragon and the knight strikes down the dragon with his mighty mace and the dragon screams and… somewhere, from some place below us, we heard a scream.

Now, with the dragon dead, the knight reaches out for a brazen shield, the prize of his glorious quest, which falls ringing at his feet… and in the family vault of the Ushers we heard it crashing… the coffin lid.”

(Guitar solo – Peter, Frank, Frank)

Sounds turning louder, (but) not in my head

Echoes of footsteps fill me with dread

Sister, I see you standing in the door

Embrace me; we’re falling dead to the floor

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Moon is bleeding, storm descending, towers crumble

Walls asunder, thousand waters, fall of Usher

Walls asunder…