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Edgar Allan Poe, your friendship with the night

Show’s in the stories you wrote in time

Open his books, and turn out the lights

And enter the world of a dark and unknown

Stimulate your mind, you seek a mystery

Deeper and deeper the pages are calling you

Chilling the body, burning with fright

Ripping the seams from the edge of the night

With Tales of the Darkside, bathed in mystery

Words, of a wasted man’s wasted dream

His Tell-tale Heart, stall beating in the dark

When the Raven cry’s “Nevermore”

Nevermore

Nevermore

So, Edgar Allan Poe, where were you alone

Alone with your opium stone

Were you the dreamer, lost in your screamin’

Ripping the seams from the edge of the night

With Tales of the Darkside, bathed in mystery

Words of a wasted mans, wasted dream

His Tell-tale Heart, still beating in the dark

When the Raven cry’s “Nevermore”

So, Edgar Allan Poe, your friendship with the night

Show’s in the stories you wrote in time

Open his books, and turn out the lights

Open his books, and turn out the lights

And enter the world of a dark and unknown

And enter the world of the dark and unknown

Stimulate your mind, you seek a mystery

Deeper and deeper the pages are calling you

Chilling the body, burning with fright

Ripping the seams from the edge of the night

With Tales of the Darkside, bathed in mystery

Words, of a wasted man’s wasted dream

His Tell-tale Heart, still beating in the dark

When the Raven cry’s “Nevermore”

Tales of the Darkside, bathed in mystery

Words, of a wasted man’s wasted dream

His Tell-tale Heart, still beating in the dark

When the Raven cry’s “Nevermore”